|Nice way to sum it up my now finished 2012-13 season.|
I went into this doctor’s appointment with a list of questions. I never asked any of them because they were based on the notion that I wouldn’t need surgery. Instead I thought I would need some more rest and physical therapy. I figured we would at least need an MRI to make a complete diagnosis, but once the doctor started into the explanation, I could tell he was certain. I went into a state of shock. Outwardly I was calm and nonplussed. When he was telling me details and important facts however, I could only glean out a few bullet points amongst my internal cacophony of “SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK”. And of course, I walk outside and the smog has cleared enough that I can see the full glory of the Wasatch… “SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK”.
So tomorrow I have surgery. The only way I’m going to keep from going crazy this winter is to focus on everything I do outside of ski season: cycling, camping, hiking, rafting. I should be able to ride a bike in about a month, and once I pay off this surgery, maybe I’ll be able to get the cyclocross bike I’ve been eyeing. So I’m sorry that this blog will be lacking in “ski” related material, but I hope I can still write something worth reading. I have plenty of great Wisconsin beers to talk about.