volklgirl
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I'm sitting here in the lodge at the base of the mountain pouting because everyone else is out skiing while I'm here alone with the laptop.:(
Friday night I decided to go out skiing alone to try to get my new liners "skied-in" and fitting better. I hadn't even gotten my first run in when I was blind-sided by a snowboarder. Here's where it happened (sorry about the picture quality, I debated taking my camera for some night skiing shots but then didn't, so these are from my phone about 2 hours after it happened):
He and a buddy were apparently jumping out of The Gorge just below the snow gun and race shack (top left/center of pic), an area that is usually roped off. According to the ski patrol, the snow is just so deep there, the rope line is now buried. I was coming along the mountain ridge and just turning right in between the race shack and the Cheers lift tower onto Cheers (top right of pic). When he hit me, he drove me directly into the snow gun/lift power box and water spigot. I hit head-on, chest-first, while my skis slid underneath into the "snow well". See my tracks here:
The top set is where I went in, the bottom set is where I finally managed to slide back out. Here's what I saw seconds before I hit:
2 guys on the race crew were training with the little kids on Cheers and they immediately ran up to make sure I was OK. The guy who hit me slid down below the obstacles and did at least ask a couple times if I was OK before he bogied off to the terrain park with his buddies. I thought I had just pulled a muscle or 2 in the glute/hamstring area, so I decided to ski it off and make my report later. I managed about 1 1/2 hours before the pain was too great, then I tried to walk up to the ski patrol building. HOLY CRAP that hurt!!!!! I hobbled in, they took the report and did some initial checking. Their take; probable pulled muscles, possible stretched or torn hmastring. Yuck.
Fortunately 2 ladies in the bar saw the end of my melt-down when I attempted to use the bathroom. They were nice enough to carry all my gear to the van, get the van unlocked, and get all my gear loaded while I used my poles to help me hobble out. A painful and tearful 45 minute drive home ensued with a phone call to hubby to have him help me up the stairs and in the house.
After another total melt-down in the kitchen when I realized there were no clean spoons for yogurt
and a tearful huddle under the covers in bed, hubby took the night off and ran me up to the ER. X-Rays showed nothing broken, so I'm on crutches until weight-bearing is tolerable, taking 800mg Motrin every 4 hours.
Hopefully, everything was just stretched-out and I'll be back on skis no later than Thursday for racing, but with my plans in April, I'm certainly not going to push this one.
Friday night I decided to go out skiing alone to try to get my new liners "skied-in" and fitting better. I hadn't even gotten my first run in when I was blind-sided by a snowboarder. Here's where it happened (sorry about the picture quality, I debated taking my camera for some night skiing shots but then didn't, so these are from my phone about 2 hours after it happened):
He and a buddy were apparently jumping out of The Gorge just below the snow gun and race shack (top left/center of pic), an area that is usually roped off. According to the ski patrol, the snow is just so deep there, the rope line is now buried. I was coming along the mountain ridge and just turning right in between the race shack and the Cheers lift tower onto Cheers (top right of pic). When he hit me, he drove me directly into the snow gun/lift power box and water spigot. I hit head-on, chest-first, while my skis slid underneath into the "snow well". See my tracks here:
The top set is where I went in, the bottom set is where I finally managed to slide back out. Here's what I saw seconds before I hit:
2 guys on the race crew were training with the little kids on Cheers and they immediately ran up to make sure I was OK. The guy who hit me slid down below the obstacles and did at least ask a couple times if I was OK before he bogied off to the terrain park with his buddies. I thought I had just pulled a muscle or 2 in the glute/hamstring area, so I decided to ski it off and make my report later. I managed about 1 1/2 hours before the pain was too great, then I tried to walk up to the ski patrol building. HOLY CRAP that hurt!!!!! I hobbled in, they took the report and did some initial checking. Their take; probable pulled muscles, possible stretched or torn hmastring. Yuck.
Fortunately 2 ladies in the bar saw the end of my melt-down when I attempted to use the bathroom. They were nice enough to carry all my gear to the van, get the van unlocked, and get all my gear loaded while I used my poles to help me hobble out. A painful and tearful 45 minute drive home ensued with a phone call to hubby to have him help me up the stairs and in the house.
After another total melt-down in the kitchen when I realized there were no clean spoons for yogurt
and a tearful huddle under the covers in bed, hubby took the night off and ran me up to the ER. X-Rays showed nothing broken, so I'm on crutches until weight-bearing is tolerable, taking 800mg Motrin every 4 hours.Hopefully, everything was just stretched-out and I'll be back on skis no later than Thursday for racing, but with my plans in April, I'm certainly not going to push this one.
So sorry, VG! I hope you heal quickly!!!
Oh no!! 
