Well, on Friday I was in the Octagon doin’ my best Royce Gracie impression when I got caught in an ankle lock that I refused to submit to …

I mean I rescued someone from a burning building by carrying them out to the window and leaping from their 2nd floor apartment …

Actually, it was tandem skydiving that went terribly wrong …

Ok, ok, the real story is that I was playing squash on Friday afternoon, and with a sudden forward push-off of my right foot I heard a *snap*.  Ever had those times when you just knew that something
bad had happened?
Yeah, this was one of them.  I’d partially ruptured my achilles tendon.

So now I’m gimpy.  Hobbling in a hemi-cast with crutches and the prospect of 4 weeks of sports med physio, and even then the possibility of surgery.  Well, at least I have a valid excuse on the golf course now …

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