O' Cruel, cruel Woild!

Ken & I are back from our mini-trip to the mountains. We went up Thursday morning and came back Friday. It was supposed to be a birthday celebration (Ken turns FORTY on Tuesday, the 10th!) as well as a nice little romantic get away. We have not been away together from the children since long before Sawyer was born (not to mention never had a honeymoon, etc.). So I thought it would be nice to take two days off, have Emily stay overnight with the boys, and Ken & I would go snowboarding all day Thursday, stay in a nice little condo in the mountains that night and then go snowshoeing on Friday. I had it all planned out: Thursday fun on the slopes, Thursday night a nice dinner with wine, & a hot tub afterwards and then Friday sleep in LATE then have a big breakfast and go snowshoeing. It sounded perfect...

The reality, however was different. Thursday started off as planned, except it ended up with me nearly fracturing my tailbone on the last run of the day. (Sidebar: I had only been snowboarding one other time years ago, and decided to take a lesson so I could spend more quality time up in the mountains with my husband.) I actually *really* like snowboarding--it is more intuitive for me then downhill skiing, which I dislike immensely. I took my lesson along with a friend from work and I was really starting to get it. I "put everything together" and was actually linking a few turns. I went down the hill one more time and the instructor started yelling "Lynn that was awesome!! You've got it! You've got..." and that is when I made my mistake. Snowboard: FAIL. I turned my head back over my shoulder to hear what he was saying and I totally blew it. My board went up in the air and I came down HARD directly on my tailbone. On very hard-packed snow. I knew instantly that I did something bad because the pain was intense. The instructor ran over along with an EMT who just happened to be standing nearby and mad and embarrassed I tried to tell them I was ok. Just really annoyed with myself. I hurt really badly but was too proud to tell them. I told the instructor I was tough and that I wanted to get up and try again. He said "I don't think that is a good idea Lynn" and I said "I'm ok, I want to try again" and that is when I started to pass out. I suddenly could not hear anyone and my vision blurred and my legs started shaking and giving out and they put me back on the snow. After it passed I said "You win, I won't try anymore today."

I was SOOOOOOO annoyed with myself. The instructor reassured me that I was doing great and told me that he had fractured his tail bone last year--that it happens even to professionals. Still, it put a major damper on the evening/weekend. I had a hard time walking back to meet up with Ken and our other friend but I didn't want anyone to know just how badly I hurt. I suffered through a happy hour and managed to shuffle back to the car. Ken said. "Are you really hurting that badly?" and I said "YES." We got checked into our lodging and all I wanted to do was find some way to get comfortable. I popped four ibuprofen and that helped enough that we were able to go grab a quick bite but I definitely was not going to be getting into any hot tub--it hurt to move in any direction. So long story short, no hot tub, no snowshoeing, no nice dinner, etc. We came back early on Friday and I went upstairs and slept for three hours. Today it seems to hurt worse for some reason--I know that it is going to take a long time to feel 100%. Aside from pain management there is really nothing you can do except wait it out. And everyone KNOWS how patient a patient I am...I am already going stir crazy not being able to work out.

The funny thing is that even though I wiped out and hurt myself I still REALLY want to get back up to the mountains and try again. I just don't know when that will be exactly...