Sunday was one of those absolutely gorgeous ski days. Foggy and moody at home, but up on the Mountain it was crisp, bright and clear. Driving up, we spotted snow whirls way up top and worried that they meant wind, but it was still at Timberline. The snow was crisp and sharp underneath, and we got three runs in on the Flood chair before moving up to the Magic Mile.
Four runs on the Mile, two on an older section with a couple of interesting drops. Sunny, sunny day, gorgeous time.
Today was mist and half-rain, half-snow. Crisp, icy snow underfoot and a fresh wax job. Both DH and I are still feeling our early season conditioning muscles, so we weren’t pushing it. Kruser was a nice run so we did it three times.
But the second time, I took a fall. A real yard sale of a fall, as we call it in skiing, with both skis popping off and poles flying. Not sure how or why I fell, really, just caught an edge on a little halfpipeish V curve that really isn’t that difficult, except…something caught. I found myself overbalancing and going down, twisting in midair to catch the fall just behind my right shoulder joint, popping out of my bindings (good, I was thinking as that happened, I so do not want to feel that pain), and landing hard on my back. My head thumped but the helmet absorbed the shock and my roll had me ending up half on my left side. DH took a slow, careful fall, I was half-up by the time he was done. We checked in with each other, then I stumped up the hill to retrieve my first ski and we snapped back in. The snow was actually pretty forgiving; not hardpack, enough to have some give. Less snow or a fall like that on hard ground would have hurt more.
So far, there doesn’t appear to be much going on other than sore muscles. The abs I’ve been working as part of my Pilates program are achy tonight, which suggests to me that I subconsciously engaged them as I fell, my shoulder is sore, my hip is sore. But I’ve had worse. As a result, though, I got chilled and wet to the skin (not just that, some other stuff), and ended up feeling wiped out for the day. Not surprising.
We did three more runs after my fall, and then called it quits. By then the weather was an icy, sleety, snowy mix. I was chilled enough that I had problems bagging my skis in the wind and needed help. But once in the car and warmed up, all was well.
I keep thinking over the fall sequence, though. Not from fear, rather, from thinking about how to describe it. One thing I have noticed in falling from skis or from a horse is that I seem to have the same experience of intense focus and looking around for a place to fall. I never seem to be able to do that if I trip while walking, but skiing or riding, I can. It was odd because I had the same sensation of picking my spot to fall–there–and working with it. Ski pops off here, I land here, other ski pops off here, head bonks here, roll onto side and stop. Very clearly delineated.
The only thing I can’t account for is how my pole got bent. Not bad, but clearly bent, enough that it was catching a little bit annoyingly. I’ve got a spare, so that’s taken care of.
Anyway, that was interesting. This year’s skiing is definitely less aggressive, mainly due to illness and to working my way back from last year’s hip injury/long term hip maintenance. Getting back into shape. It’s coming along.
ETA–looking back, these were ski days 5 and 6….