Most people think that being active is good for them. Go out, sweat for a while, feel a rush of endorphins, and after a few months your heart rate is a bit lower and you've lost a few pounds.
This is not how it works for me.
My recent activities have resulted in shoulder injuries, surgery, and now an ankle injury that makes me walk like a pimp.
Winter Park. On a catwalk to Vasquez ridge. Nothing wrong with my skis, nothing wrong with my bindings ...*SMACK*... on the deck before I could react.
My right binding hadn't locked properly and it let go on a flat section sending the ski into my left leg and sending my right foot straight into the ground. I got up and realized immediately that something was very wrong. Over to the warming hut where I pulled off my boot and checked my foot. Definitely time to call it a day. Too bad I'm over at Vasquez and my car is over at Mary Jane. That means at least 2 or 3 more runs to get to the car.
By the time I got to the car, changed out of my ski gear, my right foot and ankle weren't moving and my left leg was cut and bruised. By the time I got home, I couldn't put any pressure on my right foot and even made an aborted attempt to go to the urgent care center.
The past few evenings have been filled with sitting on the couch with ice packs tied to my ankle. The previous several months were spent avoiding any exertion until I was cleared to do so. I'd like to be fit again. But all these attempts to do so are just making me less fit.
Maybe I'll enroll in culinary school with a concentration on beer and pizza.
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