Moving a Desk can cause this???

So I tore my hamstring, which is why Steve Martin making sappy movies seems to make sense.

When I was in my 20’s and 30’s, Steve Martin was just out there. He was the bright, innovative guy in a white leisure suit, playing his banjo, and generally cracking the ‘mold’ on stand up comics. He was as bold and fresh as “Saturday Night Live” on NBC. Lest we forget “King Tut” as so aptly performed on the afore mentioned show.

Back then if I tore or sprained anything, use an ace bandage and all was good. Healing was quick, just like Steve Martin’s wit.

I skied off a cliff on my 21st birthday. It seemed in my ‘drunken and smoke induced’ mind that there clearly was a shortcut ahead and if I just took it, I could pass my friends to the bottom. Getting to the bottom first is pretty darn important at that age; only later, would I learn the true meaning of getting to the bottom.

Night skiing is tricky, well it shouldn’t be; but, for me, it was. Apparently, if there are no lights on certain parts of the slopes, one might reconsider skiing in that direction. I opted to ignore this sage advice and launched myself off an abrupt ‘cliff looking thing’.

You know the part where folks say that your life passes before your eyes during moments of certain death?

Well, it is true.

I’ll give you at 21, there is not a ton of interesting stuff to review; but, it did seem as if I was suspended in the air for 15 minutes, as opposed to the 10 seconds, it took to come crashing to the ground. I recall laughing my head off when I finally came to rest.

When I hit the ground, I blew out of my skis and did a far amount of rolling and tumbling. The laughter was simply ‘relief that I wasn’t dead’, the broken leg would work itself out.

After the kind folks at the University of Washington fitted me with a Jones cast (a cast that is stuffed full of huge cotton balls, mostly to compensate for the huge amount of swelling of the leg), life pretty well got back to normal…a bit inconvenient, but manageable.

This Hamstring thing is way worse… a bit like Steve Martin’s new movies...“The Jerk”, “The Man with Two Brains”, and “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid” to name just a few can be considered ‘classics’. Now it’s “The Parent Trap”, “Cheaper by the Dozen 1” and 2…no need to go on.

This getting “old” is sometimes painful, physically and culturally, but it is inevitable, I guess.

Steve is making money and certainly who am I to question what works for him.
I would march right down to the local movie place and share my thoughts; but, clearly I don’t heal as well these days.