Originally posted by arnold Someone said that if you were meant to ski, you would have been born with a broken leg.
I fractured the tibia and fibula in both legs the first time I skied, but didn't find out for 6 months. The ski shop that set the bindings up set them too tight. The night before I went to the slopes it rained, then then froze, so there was a crust of hard ice under a fresh layer of snow.
Fast but tough to ski on for a n00b.
I kept hooking the edges of my skis and falling. The bindings would not release, and my weight imposed considerable force against the bones of the lower legs around the top of the boots. The pain was intense, but at the time I didn't think I had broken the bones.
At the end of the day I loaded up and drove the 2 hour drive home. When I got to the house and stepped out of the car I nearly fell it hurt so bad. The next day I could barely walk. I toughed it out.
Six months later I was getting a bone scan done for unrelated issues. The technician asked what happened to my shins. He showed me the images of the areas where the top of my ski boots would have been. There were thousands of healed cracks, about 3" long, in the area where the top of the ski boots were. I told him, and later the orthopedic surgeon about the incident on the slopes, and they both agreed that I had broken the bones then.
And they were stupefied when I told them I never sought medical attention for it, and was back up skiing the next weekend, and every weekend for the rest of the ski season.
I actually got pretty good at skiing, and never had a lesson until I met Mrs. Racer. I gave her a weekend at a local ski resort for Christmas one year, a room in the lodge on the slopes, private lesson for her (I didn't think I needed lessons, as I had been skiing for about 20 years when I met her). When we met up with the ski instructor, it didn't take long to realize that skiing was not for Mrs. Racer. So she told me to take her place, and she went off to the cozy lodge to sit by the fire and drink hot adult winter beverages.
It was good for me to get that private lesson. The instructor was able to identify some bad habits I had developed and correct them. Since then skiing has been even more fun.
But it would be even more fun with Mrs. Racer!