Here's something I posted in a cult:
So, Tommorow is going to be a pivotal day. I'll find out if my season is shot, or if I'm just out for a week or two. I pulled a Simon Dumont today, and overshot hard. We sessioned the park in the morning for awhile, went and had lunch, tore around on some fast groomers since our mountain was solid ice today, and then went to the park again around like 1pm. I come down, hit the first two jumps, and come into the third switch, speed check twice, think I'm good, come off, switch five, and then i see that I've missed the landing completely. Here's a little diagram of it. The red line is my trajectory.
I landed on solid ice, no give at all, on my feet, rode it about 5 feet, and then I couldn't stand the pain on my ankles. I sit and recover for a few minutes, and head down. My boots are racefit now, and so I skied down without much flex, so I thought I was ok. Come into the flat down rail, do a switch lipslide disaster onto it. My favorite trick for the rail. come off, and i realize i'm still all fucked up, destroy myself on the rail. Today was not my day. So I get to my car, take off my boots, and I can hardly stand. Any weight kills me, and everytime I move my left ankle it pops and grinds. My right ankle is just super sore. So I hobble to my car, drive home, and chill out with ice all night. Here I am now. I hate overshooting. Tommorow if it shows nil or no improvement, I'm going to get xrays. Then I'll find out if I have a season left or not. But I'm stuck in my bed, it's rad. No walkie for jakey. I guess it's only fair, I had three really awesome days for shooting pictures with my photographer, and was rock solid everyday, all day. So I guess I got over confident or something. If my seasons dead, I'm ok with it, I'm the new posterboy for my local mountain. Yeah!