Triathlon

Last weekend was full of laughter and stupidity.
I have been training for a sprint triathlon (400 m swim, 10 mile bike, 3 mile run). I didn't have a bike in Salt Lake City, so I trained on a stationary bike. The night before the race I went to a certain Doctors home (who shall remain un-named, for fear that a malpractice attorney would find out). He let me borrow his road bike. It was a beautiful bike, but it had clip in shoes. I had never been on a bike with clips, so I went for my maiden voyage to test it out.
The foreshadowing probably gives away the surprise. As I drove past his house I yelled to Aubree and the owner: "I'm locked and loaded!" I came to a stop and I began to tip to my left, but my left foot was stuck in! I tipped right over like a great fat sequoia tree falling down. While I was on the ground with my big black puffy coat, I heard Dr. Owner yell: "You looked like a retard!" I felt like one.
However as I went to get up, I realized my arm didn't work right and I said, "I think I dislocated my shoulder." Sure enough when I took my shirt off (easy ladies), it was dislocated. Greg, I mean... Dr. Owner said he thinks he knows how to fix it. To be sure, we checked on YouTube and found this:

We watched the video and looked at eachother: "yah, we can do that." So we went in on his living room and he reduced the shoulder. He is normally a nutcracker, but now we can say he's a shoulder cracker. He's a handy guy to have around. I'm glad he was there.
The next morning my shoulder was sore, so Aubree did the swimming part, and I biked and swam. Aubree ended up doing the whole thing! She's incredible!