And while we should be busting out some squats at the gym were not.
Instead were eating donuts, watching Candide do things that arent even possible on shred sauce.
Injuries, big or small, are overshadowed by behemoth peaks and bottomless snow.
However, that risk wasnt completely real.
That was something that happened to other people, not me.
My legs felt strong, I landed every spin, and the sun was shining (of course).
The damage was done.
Luckily my buddy was right behind me and immediately called for ski patrol.
Its difficult enough getting my huge ass down a groomed slope!
In the days, weeks, and months since the accident Ive tried to identify what went wrong?
I fancy myself a strong skier and I had already taken a few spills that season.
Why was this one any different?
After some serious retrospection the answer became abundantly clear- it came down to my decision-making.
Much different than the sunny aspect I had been skiing all morning.
It would have also been wise to take more time to plan/visualize the trick I was about to attempt.
One bad decision ended my season and put a screw in my shoulder.
Getting injured in the mountains teaches us that we arent special.
Mountains are stunningly beautiful and intensely spiritual, but they are also raw and dangerous.
We are simply visitors in these magisterial spaces and we must show respect.
I hope you will to.
