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Sunday, 23 Dec 07
Hey ladies!
First off, I just want to thank you so much for finally having a place for girls who like to ski big stuff. It's great that there's growing support for the chick rippers. I'm getting a bit tired of guys' reaction to girls in the sport. I just read the article about Lynsey Dyer on Newschoolers.com (Yeah girl, by the way!), and most of the comments made by the guys after it were about how "hot" she was! Obviously that's not untrue, but she's definitely got more to offer than that! So thanks for having a place where I don't feel like I should be gussyin' myself up when I'm in the mountains =D
Alright, so in response to The Challenge, here's my "best scar story."
This summer, I was lucky enough to go to High North Ski Camp at the beginning of July. I'm pretty new to park, especially rails and boxes, so I was super stoked to try them out, get some pointers from people who really know what they're doing, and get to do something I love with some of the most amazing people on the planet. The first day, I fell almost every time I tried this one box, usually on the same place — the left butt cheek/hip/upper thigh region — right on the metal 'rail-ey' part of the box. Finally, after one doozy of a fall, it hurt so much I couldn't really put weight on my left leg for a few minutes. I decided I'd better give my hip a rest before I bruised it or something, and just hit jumps for the afternoon. I couldn't put my full weight on that leg, and I had to sort of lean to the right whenever I sat down for the rest of the day.
That afternoon, after coming off the glacier, I went back to my hotel room. My hip was still hurting quite a bit; it sort of felt like it was on fire. I grabbed some ice and took off my snowpants, wondering if I had maybe bruised myself a bit, but not really expecting anything too exciting. I was pretty far off — as the snowpants came off, my roommate and I were treated to a dinner-plate sized, black monstrosity. Not even a friendly, bruise-coloured, purple-y thing. Black! I took a nice long gander at it in the mirror, iced it for a few minutes, then went to afternoon activities.
The next morning, it had grown pretty big. I went to the camp director, who took me to a sports physio to get some ultrasound/laser therapy, which made it feel a lot better. I had a pretty good time wearing loose shorts, and showing it off in the hot tub at night for the next few days. By the end of the week, after another physio treatment, the bruise (which the physiotherapist called a "hematoma" — I don't recommend Google-ing that one!) had grown to about 2 feet total in diameter at it's widest point, so it stretched from my upper-mid hip to my knee. I'd kinda grown attached to it by now. It was like a little friend accompanying me to the hill every day. It had pretty nifty colors by now, too: black with a bright, light pink 'epicenter.' When I got home, I got a really nice scream from my mom when I showed it to her.
It took about a month before the bruise color went away, and I couldn't put any weight on the bruised area. This was a bit annoying, since I usually sleep on my left side. The bruise went completely away after about 5 weeks, but, about 5 months later, my left hip is still bigger than my right, with a big lump in the middle, where I landed on it. I still can't put very much weight on it. I bought some really sexy padded shorts for this year's season, though, so hopefully it won't happen again!
Thanks again, and have a great winter!
The Challenge: Kathryn Douglas
Comment on this PostHey ladies!
First off, I just want to thank you so much for finally having a place for girls who like to ski big stuff. It's great that there's growing support for the chick rippers. I'm getting a bit tired of guys' reaction to girls in the sport. I just read the article about Lynsey Dyer on Newschoolers.com (Yeah girl, by the way!), and most of the comments made by the guys after it were about how "hot" she was! Obviously that's not untrue, but she's definitely got more to offer than that! So thanks for having a place where I don't feel like I should be gussyin' myself up when I'm in the mountains =D
Alright, so in response to The Challenge, here's my "best scar story."
This summer, I was lucky enough to go to High North Ski Camp at the beginning of July. I'm pretty new to park, especially rails and boxes, so I was super stoked to try them out, get some pointers from people who really know what they're doing, and get to do something I love with some of the most amazing people on the planet. The first day, I fell almost every time I tried this one box, usually on the same place — the left butt cheek/hip/upper thigh region — right on the metal 'rail-ey' part of the box. Finally, after one doozy of a fall, it hurt so much I couldn't really put weight on my left leg for a few minutes. I decided I'd better give my hip a rest before I bruised it or something, and just hit jumps for the afternoon. I couldn't put my full weight on that leg, and I had to sort of lean to the right whenever I sat down for the rest of the day.
That afternoon, after coming off the glacier, I went back to my hotel room. My hip was still hurting quite a bit; it sort of felt like it was on fire. I grabbed some ice and took off my snowpants, wondering if I had maybe bruised myself a bit, but not really expecting anything too exciting. I was pretty far off — as the snowpants came off, my roommate and I were treated to a dinner-plate sized, black monstrosity. Not even a friendly, bruise-coloured, purple-y thing. Black! I took a nice long gander at it in the mirror, iced it for a few minutes, then went to afternoon activities.
The next morning, it had grown pretty big. I went to the camp director, who took me to a sports physio to get some ultrasound/laser therapy, which made it feel a lot better. I had a pretty good time wearing loose shorts, and showing it off in the hot tub at night for the next few days. By the end of the week, after another physio treatment, the bruise (which the physiotherapist called a "hematoma" — I don't recommend Google-ing that one!) had grown to about 2 feet total in diameter at it's widest point, so it stretched from my upper-mid hip to my knee. I'd kinda grown attached to it by now. It was like a little friend accompanying me to the hill every day. It had pretty nifty colors by now, too: black with a bright, light pink 'epicenter.' When I got home, I got a really nice scream from my mom when I showed it to her.
It took about a month before the bruise color went away, and I couldn't put any weight on the bruised area. This was a bit annoying, since I usually sleep on my left side. The bruise went completely away after about 5 weeks, but, about 5 months later, my left hip is still bigger than my right, with a big lump in the middle, where I landed on it. I still can't put very much weight on it. I bought some really sexy padded shorts for this year's season, though, so hopefully it won't happen again!
Thanks again, and have a great winter!
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