Tom Sellecking my way through life
Firecracker: Someone at work thought I just graduated from high school.
Me: High school?! That was a really, really, really long time ago.
Her: (icily) One “really” is sufficient, Logan.
Me: (nodding) Noted.
The Firecracker’s been coming with me to kali class here and there.
She’s never done any type of martial art before so it’s a whole new world for her.
But the fact that the Frenchman and his wife go, and the people are so nice, she fell right into it.
Unfortunately, because of my herniated disk and because my wrist is still bothering me, I’ve only been able to do it at far less than maximum ability.
A few weeks back, we started up with some sparring, which I had to do with my left hand because my right wrist was so bad.
This week, my back was still rough but my wrist felt better so I took a chance and sparred.
That was a mistake.
My buddy Prin – who’s also a doctor – got a clean hit right in my face.
The Firecracker, who has never seen this level of violence close up, was pretty worried about me.
However, since I’ve had:
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- two broken ribs
- at least seven broken fingers
- at least four cracked teeth
- a torn ACL replaced with a cadaver ACL
- herniated disk
- countless cuts and wounds
This was pretty much another day in the gym.
Except…
Firecracker: But you have a Scenic Fights shoot in two days on Sunday.
Me: Oh, shit!
Boy: Daddy!
OK, that part wasn’t good.
My producer ended up cancelling alla my shoots for that day, which I felt terrible about, so I tried to think of ways to make it up to him.
But that’s a completely different story altogether.
Prin also felt terrible, but it really wasn’t his fault as I had a herniated disk and messed up wrist still so I shoulda just said no to sparring.
I keep forgetting that I’m 51.
On a related note, I spent the next few days trying to keep the cut clean and not get infected.
To this end, I’ve been rocking a Magnum PI porno ‘stache.
Not everyone is a fan.
Firecracker: (laughing hysterically) I can’t…I can’t…
Me: (sniffing) Your jealousy is palpable.
Her: (continues to laugh uncontrollably) I can’t breathe…
Location: back at the gym for the first time in a week
Mood: Tom Selleck-y
Music: I’ve caught all the scars and turned them into stars (Spotify)
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