I knew something was very, very wrong the instant it happened. But for the most pliable of us, a 42-year-old man’s straight-legged knee is not supposed to come up and touch his nose. But that’s exactly what mine did, mere moments after the captain throttled the boat during my first-ever attempt at waterskiing.
The result: a torn hamstring. So torn, in fact, that, at one point, the black-purple bruise extended from the bottom of my ass to the top of my ankle.
