by Doug Kelsey
I lost it.
It took me a long time to get it and now it's gone. Not forever. I know how to get it back. I just, well, you know the drill. You want something you once had, know how long it took it to get it, know what it's going to take and off goes the monkey mind swinging from branch to branch in the frustration and worry jungle.
Here's how it happened.
It was Monday, February 11, 2008 . I started at just shy of 12,000 feet and it was foggy, snowy, and really cold up there. I could see about 20 or 30 yards. As I started down the mountain, I felt like I had never been on skis before even though I had already skied earlier that day and all day before. I fell a few times; no big deal. I knew I was going to fall and was ready for it. I got up and kept going.
The run, Longshot at Snowmass, is aptly named. At 5.3 miles from top to bottom, it's the longest
run on the mountain. Not the toughest run by a long shot (just had to use that - it was there :), but that day it was both long and tough for me. About half way down, I ran into a stretch of moguls. I swear there were Volkswagen beetles buried in the snow. And, to make matters worse since I had little recent experience with moguls (my last time skiing was, ohhh, let's just say I don't own any wine that old), the run narrowed making it tough to control my speed.
You probably know where this is going.
I fell.
Spectacularly.
Launched off a mogul into the air, a 180 degree turn to land face down with my skis spearing the slopes like two sharp swords, I heard a crunch, thud, and a "ugh." I laid still making sure everything was intact. Somehow, I was ok. Right? I was ok. Yep. Ok. Sore, yeah, but ok.
I got up (that would have made a most excellent video) by thrusting my hips back and forth, up and down, side to side, while pushing with each arm alternating right and left. I finally wiggled one ski free of the snow. Then, the other.
I just sat there for a while. I was the only person anywhere around. No sound. Just me and the winter.
I was ok.
I made it down to the bottom and waited for my buddies.
I was ok.
Two days later, I was not ok.
In my gymnastic fall, I injured my spine. Since last Wednesday, I haven't been able to sit for more than a few minutes and when I get up from sitting, I have a sharp, searing, cramping pain in my right hip that goes away after a few steps. I can stand and walk around without any problems. All the signs and symptoms of a classic disc injury and one I would rather not have and it's not because of the pain. That's a concern but it's not number one.
What I lost was my ability to stand on one leg which took me nearly a year to master. If I stand on one leg holding the other off the floor and close my eyes, I can stand for maybe 1-2 seconds. Maybe. I should be able to stand for 10 seconds completely still. If I open my eyes, I can stand for about 10 seconds when I should be able to stand for at least 30 seconds.
I know it won't take me a year to get back to standing on one leg again but, I have to say, it sucks right now. Just being honest (my new years resolution was to be as honest as I can in all situations and I figure this is one situation where honesty is a good thing).
So, I'll bet you're wondering. Was it worth it?
Absolutely.
I had three fantastic days doing something I haven't done in 15 years; something I thought I would never be able to do again. And, I was in really good condition tolerating the loads, forces, work, quite well.
I fell. Stuff happens. Time to re-group, push reset (especially in my head), and go again.
And, will I go again? Absolutely. I will.
Maybe I should try dunking a basketball again?
P.S.
I'm working hard for a full recovery in time for Sports Center's annual Hall of Fame Party scheduled for Thursday, February 28, 2008 from 6:30PM to 8:30PM. All of you Hall of Famers, hope to see you there. I'll show-off my single leg stance ability :-) and we have a surprise or two for you as well!