Holy Sh** I'm so behind on this whole BLOG thing!!!!

First and foremost, SORRY!  I have been so far behind on these blogs and have made you all miss out on so many great stories this month.  I'm going to try to do a quick recap if my memory will assist. 

Valentine's Day Weekend:  My very 1st Ski Trip to Breckenridge!  Started out by meeting Sara at the airport in STL.  She was feeling a little under the weather and I was exhausted from work. All of our flights were late, but when we finally landed in Denver, Lindsey was there ready to haul us off for an excellent sushi dinner.  We then headed in for the night to get ready for a long drive up the mountain the next day.

Saturday we woke up, grabbed a coffee and started off on our drive.  I was excited and terrified all at the same time.  The nerves were building rapidly.  There was some crazy snowfall that day, so what should have been a 1.5 hour drive took 3 hours.  We used GPS to get to the resort but it took us a little bit out of the way.  Attempting to get up a hill, Lindsey put the car off the road in a huge snowbank.  I really wish i had pics to do the rest of the story justice but at the time that wasn't the first thought on my mind.  Sara and I got out and with some muscle and a little spunk pushed the car out.  Did I mention the snow was up to our knees?  Quite a site. 

After getting checked in and getting our skiis, we headed up the gondola to the mountain.  Ted and Jenny met us at the top.  After a significant amount of time attempting to get the boots on, I was ready for my first run.  Kiddy slopes here I come!  I spent a few runs there with Sara, Jenny, and Lindsey teaching me the ropes.  The I was ready for my first green.  The lift was very intimidating put with Lindsey by my side, I made it.  Until it was time to get off that is.  The top of the lift was my first fall.  Too bad I hadn't practiced how to get up.  Poor ski instructor had to lift my sorry a** off the ground. I was too busy being mad to even notice if he was hot or not. 

Down the mountain we go.  After many spills and mastering the art of getting back on my feet, I  could finally see the finish line.  I was turning like a pro, well maybe semi-pro, the girls were cheering me on, when wham I turned right and there he was, my nemice dressed in black.  No time to turn now, I freaked out, and did quite an acrobatic fall.  My left knee was dunso.  After Sara got the skii's off of me,I headed down the mountain to wait it out.

That night, my knee was swollen twice the size of the other and I couldn't put weight on it, but dangit, I was ready to got out.  Nothing a few vodka tonic's couldn't cure.  However, after a little  convincing from the rest of the clan, we decided to call it a night.  One bottle of wine and Olympics skiing were the existence of my evening.

The next day while the other girls' went up the slopes, I did a little shopping.  Attempting some shopping is more like it.  I had to go back and ice the knee after about an hour.  That night we did hit the town.  Lindsey, Sara, and I had an excellent Valentine's day dinner at a small Irish Pub.  Fried food, open face roast beef sandwich and chicken fingers were on the menu.  After self-medicating with a few margaritas we called it an evening and headed back to the lodge for a good nights sleep.  Well, I slept well anyway.  Sara had a horrible sinus headache, but she hung in there and made it through the night.

All in all, the weekend was a success.  I had an excellent time despite my injury.

After returning to work for one day, I had to make an appointment with orthopedic surgeon.  I have a grade 3 MCL tear.  The good news is that I don't have to have surgery at this time, unless I tear it completely.  Right now, it is hanging on by a string.  The bad news is, I am currently enjoying almost two hours a day, three times a week of physical therapy for the next 4 to 5 months.  Since I am no longer able to exercise, I have had to go on a major diet.  I'll fill you in on those details in the next blog.  I've just started my first week of the Belly Fat Cure! :)

I will never ski again, but I have researched other trouble to get into in Breckenridge.  Snowmobilling, snow shoesing, and my favorite racing cars on frozen ponds.  Sounds like just my cup of tea!!!