I’ve done a lot of things in my life. I’ve played a lot of different sports, camped a lot of random dangerous places, ripped a handful of ligaments, birthed two children, tolerated 9 months of a P.I.C.C. line, and endured more than my fair share of surgeries but until yesterday, I’ve never had a black eye.
It’s no walk in the park, this black eye business. Mine hurts like the devil.
I took this photo of my kids skiing at the summit of Park City Mountain Resort just minutes before I crashed head over tail on my skis down the mountain. It was beautiful at the top, and was our last run of the day.
I don’t actually remember what happened, but I’m fairly certain I have a mild concussion and perhaps a torn something-or-other in my shoulder. I also have a splitting headache, violent nausea, and the stiffest body you can even imagine.
So yeah, I might look tough on the outside, but I’m trying not to cry.