Five years ago, give or take a day or two, I snapped my cruciate ligament in an Andorran ski slope. A year later I managed a brief return to the slopes after strengthening the surrounding muscles so the knee didn't need a ligament to support it. I then lost fitness at a time when fatigue scuppered exercise.
So three years ago I went under the knife. The surgeon said that I would never be able to do breast stroke leg again as it could compromise the joint. That's why I now swim like an injured frog. But he said that I'd be able to ski again. And yesterday that's what I did for the first time since my op.
Not many pictures got taken because I was too busy hurtling down those runs! But here's one I took of my trusty ski companion. I must have done alright for Louis has upgraded his evaluation of my performance from 'rubbish' to 'alright'. I've never been a competent skier but just love being active in a snow scape. Yesterday the Sierra Nevada was a glorious place to be. I was so thrilled to be back on piste. May there be many more beautiful blue runs to tackle in years to come!