Yes, I did break my stinking arm. Fortunately, it's the left one though. 28 years without a broken bone or a trip to the ER is pretty good. Those who are squeamish should look away now. I was about 1 mile in and at the back of the park. No cars could get in so I either had to walk out or have 911 take me out on a stretcher which would have killed me with embarrassment. So I asked a man on a bicycle "Excuse me. I think I broke my arm. Can you tie my skates together and put them over my shoulder?" I can't believe how ridiculous that sounds now. He did and after I assured him I was fine to walk, he left. Finally Mindy me at the end of the trail (I had called her to come get me). She asked me how I knew it was broken so I tried to hold it up as best as I could for her to see it. It looks like those kids who are skateboarding and fall. When they get up, their arm is in a zig zag pattern. Mindy goes "Ya, it's broken alright". Anyways, I go to the doctor tomorrow to find out if I need surgery or get a cast. Suprisingly, it really doesn't hurt. I'll keep you posted and thanks for your prayers and laughter. It's ok to laugh, it really is kind of funny.
PS: I think Mindy somehow caused this because when the doctor said "bad break", Mindy goes "Yes! We have to switch cars!" Her's is a automatic Neon and mine is a 5 speed Celica.
