Man am I bummin'. The last time I snowboarded was two weeks ago. That wasn't so bad for a while, but in the last five days my home mountain has gotten five feet of fresh. And I'm still hurt.But let me press rewind for a second to catch everybody up.
The original accident happened on January 20. I remember, not only because I keep a journal, but because I finished watching Obama's swearing in on TV before I left for the mountain. When I pulled in to the lot, it was empty. It was also a Tuesday after a holiday weekend, but regardless of the reason, liftlines were nil. It was the middle of Mt. Hoods June-uary and a sunny, 50° afternoon felt pretty good to me. No pow in sight, but park laps and a little work on my notoriously lagging switch riding were just fine by me. Everything was fine until one stretch of flats that I decided to traverse switch. I know now that I have some edges that I need to detune. I did that right when I got home that day. Problem is, that's the sort of thing you want to do in advance. You see, catching an edge at speed is kind of like teleporting. One second you're cruising along, the next you're taking your elbow out from between your ribcage and trying to catch your breath. Little kids and skiiers and everyone else on the slopes just happens to be on that same run. They all ride past wondering how someone could get wrecked so hard on a trail that's flatter than the parking lot. Yeah, that's me. Kids who were conceived the day I started riding look at me like I just told them Barney is just a guy in a suit. Humble pie, slopestyle. I tried to ride a few more times (for Baker Banked Slalom and the Greasebus trip), but only ended up making things worse. So here I sit, haven't seen the snow in weeks. Summary complete.
That bums me out, but it gets worse. I've got an amazing trip to Canada planned and it's only two weeks away. This trip includes four days in a row of riding at Baldface Lodge. Yup, I ponied up for a big trip this year and now I take some unexpected time off. Not what I had in mind. The good news is, I'm getting better. I'm going to try to ride Sunday. Brave the crowd and take a couple pow turns. If not, I'll be the lodge lizard. No shame in that.
So, until I get back out there, does anyone know anything about hurt ribs? My doctor (yeah, it was so bad I went to see a doctor. It was so bad I couldn't even play ski-ball without pain) was about as useful as a football bat. He poked me, I said it hurt. They x-rayed me, said it wasn't broken. Take two of these if it hurts too much to sleep. Useless. Meanwhile, I look in the mirror and my left ribs don't even look like my right ribs and I'm wondering, which ones are the spare ribs and which ones are the baby backs?
Anyway, enough self pity. I hope everyone else is happy and healthy and shredding that pow. And for those of you also hurting, I pour a little out for you, too.