It started out as most days do. Plans were laid, and I was moving through the day as usual. The kids were at the camps they had chosen, soccer for Will, and volleyball for Mayah. I was in meetings until work was over, not that fun, but super great crew of folks to be working with, but when it was time, I was out the door to meet my friend Pablo. He had lost his leg about four months ago and was having some trouble walking and getting over uneven surfaces. "That's easy I said, we go bouldering and walk around." That way I can see way he is doing and we can have some fun. We met up at Horsetooth and as we walk over, I point out some stuff I think he may like. We drop into a gully and I watch how he works his way around. After a short lesson in how to be disabled in a rough environment, we drop down further. I pull onto a small ledge, feeling my way up a problem I had done years before. As I reach for the next hold, my foot pops off, the hill slants away steeply, and I am about 6 inches up. I drop down and my foot, my real foot, lands on a sharp rock with a hole to either side. I hear a branch break, and turn around to see what I broke, hmmm, no tree. Then my foot starts to hurt. My toes curl up like someone is pulling them backwards towards my heal. I get a sharp pain n my arch and I hobble over to wear pablo is working on a problem. I stand on the pad and coach him up the line till he is topped out and walking back around. He asks me about falling safely with a prosthetic leg, and I laugh. My foot is getting bigger. I point this out to him, and decide that yes in fact, I did break my foot. " You didn't even fall far." He says. I guess the distance is not so important but the landing seems to be. I limp back to my truck, the pain now gaining speed on me and climb in. As I drive, I talk myself into the idea that maybe I just really tweaked it bad. Yeah, thats what I did. No way is that thing broken. When I get home, I step down on the floor getting out of my truck and the pain rushes back in anew. It's not pretty as I gimp into the house and ask the kids to get my crutches, they know something is wrong since Im leaning at a hard 45 to the right to keep the weight off my foot. I sit down, and ask "Who wants to go to the ER?!" They are both excited since this is the first trip for them to the ER, other then the trip with my daughter when she got bit by a tick and got "The Fever," but thats a whole other story. On the way out, my phone chirps, the caller ID shows Cyndy, and as I pick up the phone, Im not sure just what to say about this one. "How's your day going?" she asks. "Well, I say, its, kinda funny." And so it begins again.....