Lindsey Vonn had a nasty, nasty crash yesterday, and it will be a long road back to international competition, and she's young, and she's had a nasty, messy divorce, and a crummy relationship with her dad, and people snark about her "fat" body (she has a body in motion that drives and turns and powers and amazes, but she weighs more than 135 lbs), while simultaneously snarking that she sexualizes her image, even though, man, you do what you gotta do to get sponsors, this is the world we live in, these are the pictures Outside wants to run (don't miss the profile), and she's superbly talented and rocks out all over the place, and on my best, best day skiing, what I literally say when I stagger home is "I feel like I was one-fiftieth of a Lindsey out there today."
And, whatever, right, she's gorgeous and rich and talented and famous, she's not someone you need to feel SORRY for, but I think she is a truly bad-ass woman and an amazing athlete, and I admire her and her work ethic and ability to rock men's skis.
So, girl, I'm rooting for you. Haters gonna hate, knee ligaments gonna knit. You'll be back. You've done it before.