As I sit here wondering if my leg will stop hurting, I think back to a weekend only 8 days ago. I was on the slopes of Heavenly, watching the snow fall in feet per day, knowing that I was pushing it to move so fast in such varied conditions. Yet I zoomed ahead, and at the middle of the last day of the trip, managed a spectacular high speed 180, putting me flying backwards down the mountain.
If I would have just fallen over I could have been alright. Instead, I tried to complete another 180 to put me back in the right direction, only my left leg stayed in place. This helped pull me to the ground in a crumpled heap, courtesy of my now painful knee and ankle area. Fully one week ago I was in agony, now I sit here with nagging pain when I sit in place too long (at least its not from walking).
I really wonder sometimes how I get myself into these messes. But then I remember: it’s me and I seem to enjoy having something to complain about. So now I know.