This is the second spring in a row that I’ve had major surgery on both of my legs. Its not my idea of a good time… in fact, its extremely painful. It hurts physically. Moving in the wrong direction and a lightening bolt of pain will shoot up my leg all the way to my ears, I wake up in the middle of the night because it feels like someone is sawing my leg off, and if I stand just a moment too long a painful throbbing will take over. It hurts mentally also. I am not the kind of person that is content watching tv all day. I love to be active and outdoors pushing my body to its limits. I love feeling strong, fast, and powerful, because it makes me feel so alive and in the moment. But all I can do is limp slowly from point A to point B then sit there with my legs propped up on some pillows. Its not easy.
But I didn’t expect it to be easy when I made the decision to chase my dream of being an Olympic ski racer. In fact, I didn’t WANT it to be easy, I knew it was going to be hard. These surgeries are a part of the journey. They are just a very tough stretch of road on the way to becoming the best that I can be, and you can bet your first born that I’m not going to do a U turn and head back. I’m going to keep going on, so buckle up! Its going to be a rough ride for a while, but I can see where the road is headed… and I want to go there.
