Decision 1: quit, go to school
Decision 2: Become a ski jumper
Decision 3: Move
Though school would be nice, I’m not a big fan of working 12 years for something and dropping it not by my own choice. So there goes that idea, the next one was becoming a ski jumper. Then I remembered I like food so that decision was an easy one. Which left me with moving, so back to Colorado it was.
So here was the plan, work a bit, move down to the states, live with friends, and be a part of the Steamboat Springs Winter Sports club. Sweet everything sounds good right! Third jump of the season, pull my patella tendon, this resulting in tendonitis. The thing about tendonitis is it’s not bad enough to stop training, but it still hurts when you train. So with a Physical Therapist from Yampa Valley Physical Therapy (big shout out for helping me out) we decided that jumping was not an activity which I can partake in, but at least I could do the aerobic side of things. This lasted for about 2 weeks and my knee started to get better.
There were 2 competitions this summer that I was focusing on. US Nationals in Park City Utah and the 2014 FIS Summer grand prix. Both of which were in August. The date was July 20th, 3 days before we left for US Nationals, then followed by a month in Europe. The team was on a road biking ride, I like going downhill fast. Unfortunately sometimes there’s gravel in corners of downhills. Needless to say I ended up going off the road, through some bushes, and off a cliff. After almost completing a full front flip on my bike my head ended up hitting a quite hefty rock. So 3 days before leaving for a month long trip that was already paid for I got a concussion… how convenient. So the new plan head to park city, do nothing, go to Europe a week later and start training again. Well things didn’t really work out to well. After the first week of training again in Europe new and worse symptoms started to emerge in my head. You know the stage of drinking where you’re definitely not sober, but also not quite drunk, ya imagine that but all the time. Oh plus the dizziness, headaches, and nausea. So I stopped training, and things didn’t start getting better until about 3 days of doing nothing. When I say better I mean I didn’t get headaches or feel nauseous as often, but was not about to go slap on some skis and send my self off a jump. So I would miss all the jumping and training, the Summer Grand Prix, and head home early with fellow team mate Jasper Good who unfortunately fell roller skiing and Broke his collar bone.
So now I’m currently sitting in the Munich airport typing on my lap top without looking at the screen, with a new plan. Fly back to Colorado, sit in a dark room with no phones, laptops, books etc. until I can walk up some stairs without getting dizzy. But on the bright side I get to go back home for a bit as well, work a bit, and make some money.