There is a magic that happens when everything goes right, and everything is going right. Not only has the snow been phenomenal, but this has been straight up one of the best, most important weeks of my adult life. And […]
Tag: Altitude sickness
Spiraling to rock bottom with the aid of a sugar binge
By Brady Crain I promised last week that I would start doing more interesting things to write about. Then came a few good hard intellectual and emotional kicks to the groin. I won’t get into it too much, but this […]
Regressing: Recovery and American pride
By Brady Crain I continue to do too much. I am between the rock and the hard place of being far more capable than I was before my surgery, and inexplicably in more pervasive pain than I was before my […]
Goodbye hot city
By Brady Crain I am back, and thank goodness for that. Living in a non-air conditioned top floor apartment in Jersey City was a little too warm for my blood. Okay, it was a lot too warm for my blood. […]
Altitude Sickness
By Brady Crain Recovery continues apace. The second round of steroids did the trick, and now when I walk I am nearly completely pain free, and when I swim or ride my trainer, I am pain free. I am still […]
Lay down the ice!
This article will be published during my first week of recovery from moderate lumbar surgery. The surgery is called foraminotomy, a procedure designed to widen the passageway for my sciatic nerve. The thing I want to talk about this week […]
Softball: Singles get the job done
Ah, spring, when young men’s thoughts turn to … well, to skiing. Also to mountain biking and road cycling and rock climbing, and softball. I skied what I think was day 213 today (it starts to get confusing when I […]
Hiking is in, no jackassery
Day 207 total for this season with 195 being lift service, as of writing this May 19. It feels good. Hiking is now pretty easy (12 hiking days in, it should be). Though I don’t really want to do it […]
186 days on snow and counting, plus my tuba epiphany
As of the submission of this article, I have skied 186 days this year at Killington, already more than my previous very respectable year where I skied nearly every operating day (and we haven’t even hit May yet). They did […]
Extreme lengths to avoiding “fusing it”
When I was a kid, I never woke up in the morning and said, “When I grow up, I want to have a needle in my spine.” Of course I also never said, “When I grow up, I want to […]