To fill in the blanks from my last blog here is what you missed
The journey back to Calgary consisted of pain medication, awkward one armed bag carrying, and sleeping every time I was sitting still. But once home I began to work with my Sports Chiropractor Dr. Tony Gareau. Now my parents both work in the day, and at this point in time, I was still in a sling, as well as on pain medication. So essentially driving was not an option, the following week I depended on a variety of people to drive me around from various appointments, engagements and evening work. I will now take the time to thank the people who went out of their way to help me out. Amy Foster, Alexandra Pretorius, and Ashley wood, thank you so much, I really could not have made it through the week without your countless favours and efforts, if you guys ever need a ride, you know my number.
I can remember the fear in my mom’s eyes as she saw me leaving to go for my first roller ski, and though in my head I felt confident and ready, I wasn’t entirely sure that my body was ready for it. But that day I was able to ski for an hour. Sure I wasn’t completely back to normal, every time I would pole it seemed like the vibrations went straight into my collar bone, but I think it was the thought that the rest of my team were competing in Lake Placid NY at US nationals. And even though I couldn’t be skiing with them, at least I could be skiing at the same time as them. From there on things got easier and easier. Eventually I started doing upper body strength, running stopped hurting, and I could ski for an entire 2 hours. This meant that it was finally time to return back to Steamboat and go back to full time training.
At the top of the jump my nerves were firing, it was a mixture of fear and confusion joining forces and skipping up and down through my head. There was no controlling or stopping it, the only way of beating it was to get the first jump out of the way, and so I let go of the bar and before I knew it was in the air. To be honest there’s not much I remember from that jump, but what I do remember was the feeling of air whisping through my helmet, the gentle push of wind touching my skin, and an invisible force beneath my skis keeping me in the air. The past two months had been filled with fear, and that fear covered up the thing I loved so much about my sport, the feeling of flying!
First Jump Back After Injury
Sometimes we take things for granted, in my 12 years of jumping, I had never had an injury that disabled me from being able to jump as long as this one did. Sure overall it sucked, no one enjoys being injured, but if you look hard enough, there is always something good in any situation. I realize now that my something good was re learning why I fell in love with this sport. It’s those jumps that are indescribable, and those skis where time passes in the blink of an eye. The injury lighted the fuse, it was the motivation I needed, and revealed why I do this sport.
It’s simply because I love it.