My Boo-Boo Doesn’t Hurt

And yet I tore my ACL completely on St. Patrick’sDay in Aspen. Fresh snow, blue skies and feeling great, I made my way down a double black diamond on Ajax Mountain. We had been skiing runs like this all morning so no big deal. Except this time, I didn’t quite have a rthym and fell twice (but got right back up); the third fall had consequences as I heard a pop followed by a weird sensation - though not painful - behind my knee. I made my way down the mountain with my newly unstable leg, headed straight to the ER and was quickly diagnosed with a torn ACL. Fast forward six weeks: I have been running on it, doing squats and weights, and taking barre class with minor modifications. I feel great! I will have surgery in mid-June so I can ski again, play tennis, etc. with no worries. But when I receive flowers and “Get Well Soon” deliveries from friends and family who don’t realize that my boo-boo doesn’t hurt, I suffer third degree guilt.