Crazy day today, sorry if I miss any posts for me...just don't have the time to read everything today.
Saturday was a tough day. My 11 year old has been tearing up his freestyle clinic and really getting into jumps and tricks. It was his 3rd clinic day and he's already doing 360's. I warned him to be careful.
On his last run before lunch he tries a 360 and doesn't rotate enough. He knows he's going to crash and puts his left arm out to "break his fall". Well, it broke his fall...and his left arm. Greenstick fractures of both the radius and ulna. Doctor did a great job setting the bones, the "after" x-ray shows there isn't even an apparent crack left. David will be good as new in 4 weeks.
Amazingly, he didn't know he broke his arm and skiied down after the crash. When I picked him up, he told me his arm felt funny, so I told him to go in the lodge and take his jacket off. His coach had examined him with the jacket on, but David told him he was OK. Then David came back outside looking a little worried and asked us to look at his arm. It was not anatomically correct! The kid never cried, whimpered, or complained. His main complaint is he has to miss 4 weeks of skiing. My oldest boy has become a man.
Other than the broken arm, skiing was fantastic on Saturday.
On Sunday, the whole family, including David with his cast, went up for James Jr's first day on real skis. Little James (age 3) was psyched. We put his ski boots on and then laughed for about 15 minutes watching him shuffle around in them. Out onto the snow we go. I had a tip lock on his skis and was trying to explain it to him, but he didn't want to hear it. He wanted those skis on! So I clicked him in, put my skis on, looped a pole under the tip lock, and started pulling James around on the skis. He was screaming with delight!
We tried a small pitch, me skiing backwards in front of James and using my pole to move him back and forth across the hill, admonishing him to "stand up". The kid is a natural. So, within 15 minutes, we're on the lift going up to some beginner terrain. We did 3 runs and James just loved it. I was even able to let him go on his own a bit and he could glide to a stop and make some turns too.
It was great to ski with the whole family. Watching James start his ski life made me feel tremendous. Funny how one day can be so somber and then the next makes up for it with such joy.
This is why I love the sport so much!
Saturday was a tough day. My 11 year old has been tearing up his freestyle clinic and really getting into jumps and tricks. It was his 3rd clinic day and he's already doing 360's. I warned him to be careful.
On his last run before lunch he tries a 360 and doesn't rotate enough. He knows he's going to crash and puts his left arm out to "break his fall". Well, it broke his fall...and his left arm. Greenstick fractures of both the radius and ulna. Doctor did a great job setting the bones, the "after" x-ray shows there isn't even an apparent crack left. David will be good as new in 4 weeks.
Amazingly, he didn't know he broke his arm and skiied down after the crash. When I picked him up, he told me his arm felt funny, so I told him to go in the lodge and take his jacket off. His coach had examined him with the jacket on, but David told him he was OK. Then David came back outside looking a little worried and asked us to look at his arm. It was not anatomically correct! The kid never cried, whimpered, or complained. His main complaint is he has to miss 4 weeks of skiing. My oldest boy has become a man.
Other than the broken arm, skiing was fantastic on Saturday.
On Sunday, the whole family, including David with his cast, went up for James Jr's first day on real skis. Little James (age 3) was psyched. We put his ski boots on and then laughed for about 15 minutes watching him shuffle around in them. Out onto the snow we go. I had a tip lock on his skis and was trying to explain it to him, but he didn't want to hear it. He wanted those skis on! So I clicked him in, put my skis on, looped a pole under the tip lock, and started pulling James around on the skis. He was screaming with delight!
We tried a small pitch, me skiing backwards in front of James and using my pole to move him back and forth across the hill, admonishing him to "stand up". The kid is a natural. So, within 15 minutes, we're on the lift going up to some beginner terrain. We did 3 runs and James just loved it. I was even able to let him go on his own a bit and he could glide to a stop and make some turns too.
It was great to ski with the whole family. Watching James start his ski life made me feel tremendous. Funny how one day can be so somber and then the next makes up for it with such joy.
This is why I love the sport so much!
