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Lindsey Vonn Says She 'Broke Down' amid Her Recovery After Olympics Crash

Lindsey Vonn; Vonn with her dog Chance.Credit : IOC via Getty; Lindsey Vonn/Instagram

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Lindsey Vonn shared a look at the touching reunion between herself and her dog Chance on Instagram on Wednesday, Feb. 25, following her return to the U.S. after her crash at the 2026 Winter Olympics
She revealed in the caption of the post that she recently “broke down” but “moments like this” with her beloved pup “help me so much”
The professional athlete is recovering after she sustained a complex tibia fracture and broken ankle while competing in the women’s downhill in Cortina on Feb. 8

Lindsey Vonn is taking her recovery “one day at a time.”

The Olympian, 41, shared a look on Instagram on Wednesday, Feb. 25, at one of the more positive moments she’s experienced as she continues her recovery from a complex tibia fracture that she sustained during the 2026 Winter Olympics.

During the Milan Cortina Games on Feb. 8, Vonn suffered a horrifying crash after clipping a gate and falling just 13 seconds into her run in the women’s downhill. This came one week after tearing her ACL at a World Cup race in Switzerland.

In the latest video she posted, she could be seen reuniting with her dog Chance. The pup could be seen happily giving the athlete a hug as she sat on a reclined chair while wagging his tail excitedly. Vonn could be seen giving him loving back scratches in return as she smiled.

“Reunited with Chance…. ❤️❣️,” she captioned the video, before going on to share that she “broke down” earlier this week amid her recovery.

“Had a pretty hard day yesterday, everything just really hit me hard and I broke down. I know there will be a lot of days like this… the internal mental battle has just begun but moments like this help me so much. Just miss my boy Leo…,” she said, before adding, “One day at a time.”

Vonn previously revealed her dog Leo had died just one day after her crash, while was still in the hospital in Italy.

Lindsey Vonn Returns Home to U.S. Following Winter Olympics Crash

Lindsey Vonn in the hospital.Lindsey Vonn/Instagram

Her latest post comes after she reflected in a post on X on Feb. 24 on the “mental battle” that she would endure in addition to the physical battle amid her recovery. She previously shared that she will be wheelchair-bound for “a while” after also breaking her right ankle in the crash, but is hoping to soon be able to transition to crutches for a couple of months.

“It hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s a battle I’m used to because I’ve done it so many times. I have always learned from every injury. Each one has made me a better and stronger person in different ways… but the battle of the mind can be dark and hard and unrelenting,” she shared.

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The athlete added that someone close to her likened her to a “master at the psychological game of life,” but she wasn’t sure “if that’s true.” She continued, “… I do know hard days are coming but I will find a way back to the top of the mountain of life.”

The skier — who previously won four World Cup overall championships with titles in 2008, 2009, 2010 and 2012 — has been keeping fans updated on her condition following the crash.

She has had five surgeries following the complex tibia fracture, which she said left “everything” in “pieces,” including her “muscles, nerves and tendons.” Following her latest surgery last week, Vonn confessed that she was “struggling a bit” due to “the extent of the trauma” and revealed that the crash was so bad that it almost resulted in her leg being amputated as she had something called compartment syndrome.

Lindsey Vonn Returns Home to U.S. Following Winter Olympics Crash

Lindsey Vonn in the hospital.Lindsey Vonn/Instagram

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Vonn added that compartment syndrome is where “too much blood” is in one area of her leg and has “crushed” everything including her “muscles, nerves and tendons.”

Lindsey Vonn reacts after taking part in the second official training for the women's downhill event ahead of the Milano Cortina 2026 Winter Olympic Games

Lindsey Vonn after taking part in a downhill training run at the 2026 Winter Olympics.Tiziana FABI / AFP via Getty

“Dr. Tom Hackett saved my leg. He saved my leg from being amputated,” she said, before adding a more hopeful note at the end of her video.

“It’s going to be a long road, but I always fight,” she said. “I’ll keep going. No regrets. I just appreciate all the love and support. It’s been amazing. Overwhelming to an extent. I wish it had ended differently, really, but I’d rather go down swinging than not trying at all.”

“That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?” They mocked the new girl — until they saw the DEVGRU trident on her arm… and realized she wasn’t there to fit in. She was there to expose a betrayal that could trigger a nuclear trap. The forward base near the Belarus border wasn’t built for drama. It was steel walls, mud-soaked boots, and radios hissing through cold dawns. Task Unit Seven didn’t get surprises. Until she stepped off the transport. Small. Controlled. Eyes that scanned exits before faces. “Name,” Captain Owen Strickland demanded after reading the transfer sheet twice. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Thirty-six years earlier, a Blackridge had dragged Strickland out of a kill zone. Three years ago, that same man was declared KIA. Flag folded. Funeral attended. File closed.
“That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?” They mocked the new girl — until they saw the DEVGRU trident on her arm… and realized she wasn’t there to fit in. She was there to expose a betrayal that could trigger a nuclear trap. The forward base near the Belarus border wasn’t built for drama. It was steel walls, mud-soaked boots, and radios hissing through cold dawns. Task Unit Seven didn’t get surprises. Until she stepped off the transport. Small. Controlled. Eyes that scanned exits before faces. “Name,” Captain Owen Strickland demanded after reading the transfer sheet twice. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Thirty-six years earlier, a Blackridge had dragged Strickland out of a kill zone. Three years ago, that same man was declared KIA. Flag folded. Funeral attended. File closed.

“‘That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?’ — The Female DEVGRU Operator…

“Say your name,” Captain Owen Strickland ordered. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Strickland had buried a Blackridge once. A man who pulled him out of a kill zone and was declared KIA years later. Memorial attended. Flag folded. Case closed. Except now his last name was standing in front of him. Alive. Young. Impossible. The team didn’t buy it. They mocked her. Tested her. Threw her into a 12-hour armory breakdown meant to break anyone. She finished it flawlessly. And when her sleeve shifted, they saw it. The trident. DEVGRU. SEAL Team Six. Silence swallowed the room. Strickland stepped closer — and that’s when she said it. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to find out who betrayed my father.”
“Say your name,” Captain Owen Strickland ordered. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Strickland had buried a Blackridge once. A man who pulled him out of a kill zone and was declared KIA years later. Memorial attended. Flag folded. Case closed. Except now his last name was standing in front of him. Alive. Young. Impossible. The team didn’t buy it. They mocked her. Tested her. Threw her into a 12-hour armory breakdown meant to break anyone. She finished it flawlessly. And when her sleeve shifted, they saw it. The trident. DEVGRU. SEAL Team Six. Silence swallowed the room. Strickland stepped closer — and that’s when she said it. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to find out who betrayed my father.”

“‘That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?’ — The Female DEVGRU Operator…

I begged my landlord for mercy… and accidentally sent the message to a billionaire CEO. The next reply changed my life — and took me to Dubai as his “fiancée.” I hadn’t eaten in two days. My rent was overdue. My cupboard was empty. Even the salt was gone. So I did what pride-hungry people eventually do — I typed a desperate message. Please don’t throw me out. I’m still job hunting. I promise I’ll pay. God will bless you. I hit send. Then I looked at the number. It wasn’t my landlord. It was a stranger. I almost died of shame. Across the city, Damalair Adabio — billionaire, CEO, allergic to nonsense — stepped out of his marble bathroom and opened my message.
I begged my landlord for mercy… and accidentally sent the message to a billionaire CEO. The next reply changed my life — and took me to Dubai as his “fiancée.” I hadn’t eaten in two days. My rent was overdue. My cupboard was empty. Even the salt was gone. So I did what pride-hungry people eventually do — I typed a desperate message. Please don’t throw me out. I’m still job hunting. I promise I’ll pay. God will bless you. I hit send. Then I looked at the number. It wasn’t my landlord. It was a stranger. I almost died of shame. Across the city, Damalair Adabio — billionaire, CEO, allergic to nonsense — stepped out of his marble bathroom and opened my message.

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She texted her landlord begging not to be thrown out… and accidentally sent it to a billionaire CEO instead. Minutes later, he offered her $7 MILLION to be his fake fiancée on a Dubai trip — and what happened that night changed everything. Ouchi hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She stood barefoot in her tiny one-room apartment, holding an empty pot like proof that life had officially humbled her. No rice. No beans. No noodles. Even the salt had “relocated.” Then her landlord called. Final warning. Pay this week — or get out. Desperate, fighting tears, she typed a long message begging for more time. She poured in everything — her degree, her job search, her faith, her pride. She hit send. And froze. Wrong number. Not her landlord. A complete stranger. She had just begged someone she didn’t know for mercy. Across the city, billionaire CEO Damalair Adabio stepped out of a marble bathroom into a home that screamed wealth. Betrayed by his PA. Pressured by investors. Invited to a high-stakes Dubai business summit where every powerful man would show up with a stunning partner on his arm. His phone buzzed. He read her message once. Then again. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t a scam pitch. It was raw. Embarrassingly real. “Wrong number,” he muttered… then paused. “Or maybe perfect timing.”
She texted her landlord begging not to be thrown out… and accidentally sent it to a billionaire CEO instead. Minutes later, he offered her $7 MILLION to be his fake fiancée on a Dubai trip — and what happened that night changed everything. Ouchi hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She stood barefoot in her tiny one-room apartment, holding an empty pot like proof that life had officially humbled her. No rice. No beans. No noodles. Even the salt had “relocated.” Then her landlord called. Final warning. Pay this week — or get out. Desperate, fighting tears, she typed a long message begging for more time. She poured in everything — her degree, her job search, her faith, her pride. She hit send. And froze. Wrong number. Not her landlord. A complete stranger. She had just begged someone she didn’t know for mercy. Across the city, billionaire CEO Damalair Adabio stepped out of a marble bathroom into a home that screamed wealth. Betrayed by his PA. Pressured by investors. Invited to a high-stakes Dubai business summit where every powerful man would show up with a stunning partner on his arm. His phone buzzed. He read her message once. Then again. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t a scam pitch. It was raw. Embarrassingly real. “Wrong number,” he muttered… then paused. “Or maybe perfect timing.”

CEO hired a girl to be his fake fiancee—a shared night together & unexpected happened in Dubai TripOuchi’s…

The avalanche hit without warning — white, violent, unstoppable. When it settled, rifles were missing. Packs were gone. And Claire was nowhere to be found. They dug. They found scraps of her gear. Then their team leader made the call no one wants to make: “She’s dead. We move.” They pulled out with wounded men and a storm closing in — leaving their medic behind. But Claire wasn’t dead. She woke up buried in ice, shoulder shattered, air running out. No radio. No weapon. Just darkness and pressure and the memory of one rule from survival school: panic kills faster than cold. She dug with numb hands until she broke through into a full Arctic storm. And that’s when she heard it. Gunfire. Her Rangers were still out there — taking contact, without their medic. What she did next is the part they don’t put in the official report. Because hours later, through the whiteout, a single figure emerged from the storm… Carrying four Rangers.
The avalanche hit without warning — white, violent, unstoppable. When it settled, rifles were missing. Packs were gone. And Claire was nowhere to be found. They dug. They found scraps of her gear. Then their team leader made the call no one wants to make: “She’s dead. We move.” They pulled out with wounded men and a storm closing in — leaving their medic behind. But Claire wasn’t dead. She woke up buried in ice, shoulder shattered, air running out. No radio. No weapon. Just darkness and pressure and the memory of one rule from survival school: panic kills faster than cold. She dug with numb hands until she broke through into a full Arctic storm. And that’s when she heard it. Gunfire. Her Rangers were still out there — taking contact, without their medic. What she did next is the part they don’t put in the official report. Because hours later, through the whiteout, a single figure emerged from the storm… Carrying four Rangers.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

“She’s dead.” They left the SEAL sniper under ten feet of Alaskan snow and moved on with the mission… Hours later, in the middle of a whiteout, she walked back into the fight — carrying four Rangers on her shoulders. November 2018. A Ranger platoon out of Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson lifted into the Brooks Range for a hostage rescue that had to be finished before a blizzard locked the mountains down for days. Attached to them? A Navy medic — Hospital Corpsman First Class Claire Maddox. Quiet. Compact. Instantly underestimated. Some Rangers glanced at her PT scores and made up their minds. The team leader, Staff Sergeant Tyler Kane, kept it professional but distant. “Stay close. Don’t slow us down.” Claire didn’t argue. She checked radios. Tourniquets. Chest seals. IV warmers. Cold-weather meds. She studied wind angles and ridgelines the way other people read street signs. Insertion was clean. The mountain wasn’t. They moved across a knife-edge locals called Devil’s Spine when visibility collapsed into gray static. Then came the sound no one forgets — a deep, hollow crack above them.
“She’s dead.” They left the SEAL sniper under ten feet of Alaskan snow and moved on with the mission… Hours later, in the middle of a whiteout, she walked back into the fight — carrying four Rangers on her shoulders. November 2018. A Ranger platoon out of Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson lifted into the Brooks Range for a hostage rescue that had to be finished before a blizzard locked the mountains down for days. Attached to them? A Navy medic — Hospital Corpsman First Class Claire Maddox. Quiet. Compact. Instantly underestimated. Some Rangers glanced at her PT scores and made up their minds. The team leader, Staff Sergeant Tyler Kane, kept it professional but distant. “Stay close. Don’t slow us down.” Claire didn’t argue. She checked radios. Tourniquets. Chest seals. IV warmers. Cold-weather meds. She studied wind angles and ridgelines the way other people read street signs. Insertion was clean. The mountain wasn’t. They moved across a knife-edge locals called Devil’s Spine when visibility collapsed into gray static. Then came the sound no one forgets — a deep, hollow crack above them.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.
Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.

“TAKE THOSE CUFFS OFF—RIGHT NOW.” They Handcuffed a Female SEAL Sniper in Court—Then a Four-Star Admiral Walked In…