Happy Monday, friends. Well, it’s certainly been an interesting weekend (and didn’t really turn out the way that I planned. At all.). It all started early on Friday morning when Greg and I woke up at 5:00 am to have an awesome day skiing. We had both taken the day off from work to head over to Vail for a day on the slopes. Greg has been to Vail several times, but I had yet to go. Ski season is over in a few short weeks, so we had to take advantage while we still could!
On the way out to the resort, it seemed like luck was on our side. Traffic can be crazy heading out west to the ski resorts but the roads were completely clear. It was a clear, beautiful day and about 20˚ by the time we got there (which might sound cold, but on a sunny day it’s kind of perfect for skiing). Vail is one of the most popular ski resorts in Colorado (or in the world, even) so it’s usually super crowded- but not on Friday!
We didn’t have to wait in a single lift line and pretty much had the slopes to ourselves. It was all too perfect.
And then, only after about an hour after we started skiing, I had a moment of complete carelessness and fell hard going down a run. The snow that day was hard-pack, which makes you go a lot faster, but I seemed to be doing okay with it up until that point. I was going into a turn and just not paying attention, crossed my skis and went tumbling. My left ski got stuck in the snow and my leg continued to twist as I fell. I actually screamed it hurt so bad. When I landed and sat up and tried to compose myself. Luckily Greg was right there and rushed over to help. I’ve had quite a few falls in my skiing career (though not so much lately!) and I can always just get right back up and keep skiing… but not this time.
I didn’t hear anything “pop” in my knee when I fell- which is supposedly a good sign. But, it felt weird and stiff and sore and I knew that there was no way I could ski down. We were WAY up near the back bowls- about 3,000′ elevation from the base… it was a long way down. A few minutes later, ski patrol came over and found me. I told them what happened and they agreed that it would not be a good idea for me to try to ski back down. So, they called for a sled to come take me back down to the bottom. Let me tell you… this is not a fun process. You get all wrapped up and tied to a toboggan and it’s a BUMPY ride to the bottom.
I even had to be picked up (in the toboggan!) and taken down on a lift for part of it. I couldn’t see anything that was happening because I was all wrapped up and it was super freaky. I have to say though- the ski patrol workers were so nice and great at trying to just talk to me and keep me from freaking out. When I got to the bottom (which was about 30 minutes later) I got up and walked around a bit. My knee felt sore but I could still (sort of) walk okay- but I was pissed. I couldn’t believe that I ruined a perfect day of skiing in a moment of carelessness! I had been so excited to ski at Vail (especially on a picture perfect day) and it ended up being the worst ski day ever. The only saving grace was that Vail refunded my lift ticket (which is not cheap) since I only skied for an hour before biting it. I also felt bad for Greg. He had to miss out on a great ski day too- but he was so great about it and was just worried about me being okay. (I have a really, really great husband for sure. :))
When we got back home, I planted my butt on the couch and iced my knee for the next few hours. My knee ending up swelling up about twice the normal size, so Greg took me over to Urgent Care to get it checked out. They took an x-ray and did all kinds of physical tests (pushing, pulling, having me bend it, etc.) and said that there didn’t appear to be any torn ligaments and it was likely a sprain or strain. I’d have to go to an orthopedist to get checked out for more information (which I am doing today or tomorrow- whenever I can get an appointment!). They gave me an immobilizer and crutches in the meantime and told me to elevate and ice my knee as much as possible.
My knee remained swollen all weekend but was a little better yesterday. I tried to just sit on my butt, as instructed, as much as possible- which is not easy for me. It also didn’t help that the weather was gorgeous all weekend and my friends were all out doing fun things. But hey- it’s much better to sit it out for a few days so that I can better in the long run, right? At least I got to watch some of my favorite movies over the weekend.
I know that Lee will appreciate this movie.
Now I just have to wait and see. I’m really hoping that it’s nothing serious and that I can get back in the game (slowly) and be able to at least do a little activity. I don’t know where this leaves me for teaching spinning class, and skiing is probably over (for me) for the season, and that makes me sad. But, it is what it is.
Alright. Enough of this sad talk. I’ll leave you with a cute picture of my pups to make it all better.
Have a fantastic Monday!
Have you ever been side-lined by an injury?