I broke my leg 12 days ago.
It hasn’t been a bad experience, really. I feel like I lucked out at every turn imaginable, except for the part where I broke my leg.
Every photo you’ve seen of me with a broken leg has been with a smile on my face. Because for the most part, I have had a smile on my face. I’m a happy person. I’m basically a professional at putting a positive spin on any situation, however difficult it is.
But I wanted to be real with you.
When I hit the water, I knew I’d fucked up. Badly.