The Beginning

Today as I was sitting in the very special seating on the bus for very special people, I thought I might start a blog of my adventures as a one legged man, eking out a living as an actor in Vancouver.

Wednesday, January 6, I was skiing at Panorama resort in the Kootenays, with my brother, to warm up for a ski weekend in Revelstoke with our 10 cousins. On the last run of the day, I broke my leg.

we were coming down the 'extreme dream zone' and I had a blister on my right toe. I was navigating down the moguls, through the trees, favoring my left leg to save my poor blistery baby toe.

In retrospect this all seemed to happen in slow motion, but really, it probably wasn't as slow as it seemed. i came around the corner and caught an edge. my body was flung in the opposite direction and I remember thinking my knee might give out.

Suddenly I heard (heard from the inside of my body) a "POP" and I came to a stop. I didn't fall. It didn't hurt.

Bascially from there, my brother carrying my skis, I first slid on my ass, then tried one ski, then back to ass, then on two skis down a trail, and down the last half under the 'champagne chair' (see map)

When I got to the top of the bottom lift, I was done. I rode the "Sled of Shame" to the first aid hut, where they helped me take of my boot. "oh, there's definitely something wrong with it"

"Oh you're an actor? Have I seen you in anything?"

"Well... I do mostly theatre... and improv... I did one film but that was..."

She'd lost interest.

"What level are you? beginner?"

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"Intermediate?"

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"Advanced? Expert?"

"Advanced"

Ryan says, "Advanced?? You're expert!"

I looked at my leg.

"Obviously not."