National Championship DH race this weekend. I love that course (upper Velocity to Chainsmoke). The first practice run was totally terrifying, the rock gardens at the top are nuts, but by race day, I had it. I had cleaned every section and it's such a blast.
Got up to the top for my race, and as usual, I was nervous as hell and feeling like crap. But for the first time ever, I got into the start gate, chilled out and started feeling nothing but focused. I usually race stiff and nowhere near as well as I ride in practice, but for a change, I felt fantastic during a race. Cleaned the top, railed the nasty g-out corner, and then somewhere in the loose stuff, I dabbed a foot. My friends watching said it didn't look like anything at all - it wasn't even a hard dab, but I heard a pop, knee collapsed and I said out loud "Oh God, ACL." Being an idiot, a split second later I said "Fuck that shit, this is the National Championship and I'm winning it." Yes, I need therapy. I jumped back on my bike, couldn't really weight what used to be my "good" knee and took off. And I somehow was riding really well again - friends watching said I was killing it and looked great. Until I dissappeared into the trees and never came back out. Everything was fine until the next time I dabbed with my right foot. This time it felt like my foot came up to my chest in the wrong direction. I screamed, couldn't get up to get my bike, and that was that. First time I've ever had to get carted off a mountain, because at that point all I could do was crawl. I cried for a minute thinking about skiing while I was waiting for the truck, and then decided to cut it out and just focus on getting fixed and ready for the next thing I can do. And then I drank a LOT.
But anyway, I'll be fine, whatever it is that's wrong with my knee (right now it's just stiff and swollen but I can weight it and bend it, albeit really slowly because it's stiff), and despite everything, I can't wait to race again next season. (with double knee braces in the future...) I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that it isn't what I think it is and maybe it'll be okay for winter... Ortho's office opens in 44 minutes so I can call for an appointment.
Dammit.