My life. How good do I look?
If I gave one worthwhile suggestion in my previous Disabled List entry it was this: find a way to be on skis post-injury, pre-surgery. I did just that this past Sunday when I rode at Angel Fire Resort in NM. I headed up to AF with a couple of pals with the intention of just cruising a few groomers in order to beat back my obnoxious ski cravings. I convinced myself in the car that simply sitting on the chairlift with headphones on and straight-lining flattish runs would be a nice little treat before the cutting—and, right up until I found myself at the top of the most meticulously maintained baby shred park known to man—it was. Needless to say, I unleashed my entire trick catalog on a number of ride-on, buried features. It took roughly two runs. While I probably looked ridiculous and gapertastic trying to spin onto ride-on flat boxes, I had an absolute blast. It was warm, sunny, dead, and most importantly…free (titans of ski media don’t pay for lift tickets). It was exactly what I needed to reconnect with why I love skiing so much. To be honest, nearly a year of living ski-free with NS as my only real source of, ahem, “ski culture”, I was growing more and more cynical by the article. You probably noticed.
So, Tuesday the Doc finally fixed me up.
What they allegedly did.
As far as I’m concerned, if you don’t suffer at least one season ending injury over the course of your ski career, chances are you’re just a huge pussy. Sorry, but it’s true. If you refer to “shinbang“, “toebang”, or any other kind of bang as an injury, you’re also a huge pussy. And herein lies an important distinction—being hurt vs. being injured. If you’re doing this thing called freeskiing/newschoolin’ right, you’re always hurt. If you’re doing it righter (or you’re just talentless like myself) you probably have been, or will be, injured. If this fact frightens you, you should take up golf…or blogging.
