Bitches, beers and bad knees

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Those cork 10s are less than perfect.

Naively, for a split second I thought I was going to be fine.

In that moment, I saw my entire ski season flash before my eyes3.

I still wouldn’t have time to adequately apologise to all of those parents.

The sight of the edge of my patella protruding like an arch underneath my skin only heightened the pain.

X rays revealed a small fracture in my tibia, with a seemingly respectable six week recovery period.

The stakes are high.

My family doesn’t really understand my anxiety.

But I know you will, NS.

Tl;dr I hurt my knee in the pre-season and it sucks.

P.s.

I lied about the bitches.

See 0.38-1.10 for the title inspiration.