Physical or emotional everyone has some kind of comeback. My fall, or my propeller, came on Sunday June 1, 2008. Enjoying a beautiful Sunday afternoon on my friend Hammertime's boat I took a dip-yeah to pee-when you gotta go ya gotta go into the river lol-on my way back into the boat I couldn't pull myself up so I kicked and I kicked the propeller (no it was not running). Now when I did it, it hurt but honestly not as bad as you would think but immediately I thought of all the horror stories of props and people mixing, I had the momentum now and jumped in. Immediately I looked down and saw this:
This is right after surgery:
PS: My last run my average was 8:39!