Crashed yesterday while skiing… it was very Bode Miller-esque. Going for speed while having too much fun at age 50.
Our daughter, who was in the lodge, wondered who that person tumbling and sliding down the hill. She thought that maybe I would come to his rescue since she knew her mom and myself were coming down that very run.
Only moments before we were talking about people crashing and having trouble getting down some of the runs… oh well, my turn.
Sliding down the black run for a good distance, belly first with head up and skis up in the air behind me… it was time to dig in with the mittens and slow down. As a pole-less skier…
Skiing without poles is a practice in balance… and sometimes falls happen. I had long ago given up ski poles since it seemed liked a hassle when I was living with the pains of fibromyalgia.
Digging in, I could sense the possibility of popping back up on the skis… which somehow happened as I skied down to a smiling woman wondering if I just did that for show.
Well no, you see as I bombed down the steep run and got flipped, a knee gave way and I let myself slide down for some time until I could get composed enough to continue.
Today as I laugh about it and sit here with the knee raised up taking care of it, once again I was amazed at the powers of pandiculating like a pooch.
Sure there was some pain at night and in the morning.. so I naturally did what all healthy vertebrate animals do when they feel stiffness, yet in this case, I had to spend a little more time pandiculating with an injury.
What do wild animals do when they get injured? They’ll pandiculate. One day, I saw a squirrel fall out of a tree. He worked for nearly an hour until he righted himself and walked gingerly off into the woods.
Now, while I won’t be able to ski tomorrow… I certainly plan on returning as soon as possible… in the meantime I’ll keep on pandiculating like a pooch or squirrel to a speedy recovery.
