Adventures in Athletic Pursuits
This weekend, I started cross-country skiing.
It was fine the first day, out in the soft snow.
Yesterday, the second day, we went on some local trails that can be used for cross-country, but aren't strictly for cross-country. They were bumpy and icy from people walking on them and the snow melting and re-freezing with the warm days and cold nights. Being that the surface was very difficult to navigate, I lost control at one point...with one leg going in one direction and the other leg pulling in the other direction.
Now, I'm not a wishbone, and even if I was, I'm not sure I'd want to be split up the middle, so I managed to drag one leg in and fall down. But I ended up straining the muscle in my right inner thigh, starting around the knee area. Smarted like hell, but I was too pissed at the crappy surface and my wet pants to care much about the injury.
Luckily, I didn't tear anything. As a matter of fact, I was so pissed and distracted from the pain that I took off my skis, picked them up, and carried them back to the car without even a care as to whether or not I'd seriously injured myself.
Well, it's not serious, but there is an injury. It's not life-threatening, nor even hospital-threatening. It's a pretty bad strain, and it hurts like a mother, and I'm walking around the apartment like Peg Leg Pete the Pirate. I have to bandage ice packs to it so that the area is fully iced, and I'm popping acetominophin like they're Good and Plentys.
But it's kind of funny, and it doesn't bother me. I figured I'm going to have to fall, possibly repeatedly, until I get good enough at it and don't fall at all. It's not that I'm a spaz--it's simply that I don't know what I'm doing yet and don't fully understand the mechanics of it. Knowing tenacious me, eventually I'll get it. I am, though going to invest in waterproof pants because I don't like being cold and clammy (something that happens when you fall in snow), and I'm not going to ski on bumpy, icy surfaces again. Not if I can help it.
Until then, I'm enjoying being injured, putting my feet up, reading, not worrying about job applications, or anything other than having my leg heal up so I can get out there again. There's a peace to being injured, and I'm going to revel in every moment of it.
It was fine the first day, out in the soft snow.
Yesterday, the second day, we went on some local trails that can be used for cross-country, but aren't strictly for cross-country. They were bumpy and icy from people walking on them and the snow melting and re-freezing with the warm days and cold nights. Being that the surface was very difficult to navigate, I lost control at one point...with one leg going in one direction and the other leg pulling in the other direction.
Now, I'm not a wishbone, and even if I was, I'm not sure I'd want to be split up the middle, so I managed to drag one leg in and fall down. But I ended up straining the muscle in my right inner thigh, starting around the knee area. Smarted like hell, but I was too pissed at the crappy surface and my wet pants to care much about the injury.
Luckily, I didn't tear anything. As a matter of fact, I was so pissed and distracted from the pain that I took off my skis, picked them up, and carried them back to the car without even a care as to whether or not I'd seriously injured myself.
Well, it's not serious, but there is an injury. It's not life-threatening, nor even hospital-threatening. It's a pretty bad strain, and it hurts like a mother, and I'm walking around the apartment like Peg Leg Pete the Pirate. I have to bandage ice packs to it so that the area is fully iced, and I'm popping acetominophin like they're Good and Plentys.
But it's kind of funny, and it doesn't bother me. I figured I'm going to have to fall, possibly repeatedly, until I get good enough at it and don't fall at all. It's not that I'm a spaz--it's simply that I don't know what I'm doing yet and don't fully understand the mechanics of it. Knowing tenacious me, eventually I'll get it. I am, though going to invest in waterproof pants because I don't like being cold and clammy (something that happens when you fall in snow), and I'm not going to ski on bumpy, icy surfaces again. Not if I can help it.
Until then, I'm enjoying being injured, putting my feet up, reading, not worrying about job applications, or anything other than having my leg heal up so I can get out there again. There's a peace to being injured, and I'm going to revel in every moment of it.
posted by Tish Grier at 1:00 PM
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