April 27th, 2011 – a day that will live in personal infamy. I was given the opportunity to experience human flight, without silly conveniences such as wings, a parachute, or a soft place to land. After an unfortunate encounter with a motorized vehicle I was flung headfirst through the air. Midway through my lesson in projectile motion I had the unpleasant realization that I may not make it to swim practice that evening. I did, however, make it to the hospital where the doctors informed me that I would not be attending quite a few swim practices. I would instead spend the next 10 weeks or so ever-ready for a bar fight. Fortunately my casts did not extend past my elbows, so despite the numerous inquiries, wiping my tush was not an issue.

I muddled through the next 2.5 months of training and it was a relief to finally clean my arms on July 12th. Chopping wood and carrying water is now significantly easier.