Well, I had this enormous entry on my LJ but seemed to have lost it. So I will tell the story here. Instead. And have me a pint of Guinness to celebrate St. Pat's. Too.
If I hadn't mentioned it before, snowboarding has, for a long amount of time, been on my list of 25 Things to Experience Before I Die. Here I was one morning, in Jackson Hole almost convincing myself I really didn't want to. Then the Infamous Dyers interjected and I ended up getting me all signed up in Level One classes.
Trust me when I tell you I looked FANTABULOUS in my snow gear. I did not look as faboo skating around on my board trying to figure out if I am goofy or normal (in snowboard terms smartass). I finally settled on normal and my snowboard instructors heaved us up onto the ski lift after our first hour of instruction.
Twas a fabulous sight! If ever you get a chance to visit Jackson Hole, even if you aren't the snow sport type, you will so appreciate the beauty of the mountain. This is what I did while riding up, by myself. Well, that and watching an instructor carve into the snow and shouting up the mountain, ".. its that easy." True to his word, a small boy carved a path right towards his teacher a stopped perfectly next to him.
Soon I realized that the lift had slowed down and that my instructor was standing to the side of the exit ramp helping people off the chairs. I made sure the normal (left) nose of my board was pointing out and I shifted my weight to push myself off the back of the chair. My teacher hooked his arm in the crook of my left arm and skated me down the ramp. Easy Peasy. I was clear. Didn't have my head bashed in like the instructors had warned us would happen if we didn't move quick enough forward.
My teacher asked if I was ok. I said yes and he let go. I attempted to skate my way down the slope towards my other classmates when I felt my right foot slip off the board. I looked to see my foot try to place itself on the board. But this time I watched my foot slip right off behind. I tried to stop myself with that foot. and I did for moment before I had the board sliding itself back up the slope. Its somewhere around this point that I fell forward. Then I heard something. A pop. A crack. I did not have the time or wit to decipher it because suddenly there was this burning BURNING pain in my knee. Then I started screaming.
All I could think about was my sister's history with her ACL. In fact she had surgery (again) on Monday to reconstruct it. I calmed down enough to roll myself over and keep my leg straight. My instructor was there right away and unstrapped my boot from the board. He asked how I was doing and told me the ski patrol was on the way.
As I waited, I radioed over to my Morley Manor housemates: "You know how I said I was going up the lift? I fell down. And the ski patrol is going to come and get me." Without fail, someone radioed back,"Is he cute?", right before a pleasant face loomed over me asking how I was doing....
more later...
I'm icing my knee at the moment. Rehearsals have aggravated the knee again. Besides, Ty Ty the HOT Medical guy is in the next section.. I don't see the point of continuing this story without illustrations...
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