“Maybe it’s time we get you a helmet”

Let’s hope skiing is good prep for CrossFit, because I’ve clearly been doing more of the former even though I’m competing this weekend in the latter …

I did my first black run yesterday on Mt. Hood, and YARD SALED:

(this is not actually me, thanks google images)

It was a narrow, narrow stretch of downhill and I raced down it, then decided to sort of accidentally jump off a ridge, which resulted in my catapulting forward upon “landing,” completing the famed 720-degree forward roll. That means I landed on my head, flipped over it, flipped over again, landing on my stomach, legs splayed, skis and poles scattered around me. The people on the lift above asked if I was okay. Um, yes?

Kept skiing–no more blacks for me–and toward the end of the day took another tough tumble, hitting a patch of ice and sort of turning a snow cartwheel before again landing on my head. Perhaps it is indeed time for a helmet.

The good news is that I used EVEN BIGGER skis (155cm! I’m getting so big so fast!) and could handle them like  a pro … erm, uh, a pro that crashes.

Neck hurts a little today. And by a little I mean it took my a good ten minutes to get out of bed. Yoga?