I woke up with a desperate need to take a shit. This isn’t unusual but we were staying in a small house with the toilet in close proximity to my wife and children who were fast asleep. I knew that any foul move would wake the house.

Me being me, I put everyone before myself. So I crept downstairs with my jogging gear on. Slipped out the door and headed off for a run.

First mission… unload the rumble in the nether regions.

Thankfully it was only a short, uncomfortable waddle down the road.

The afternoon gave my butt another ravaging. I sped toward a long rail on my snowboard. Hit the rail and my board slipped out. I landed smack bang on my right butt cheek.

The irony now lies in the fact my wife and kids are looking after me. Putting me first.

I’m fucked off I’m injured but thankful for a loving family that looks out for one another. This is how life is supposed to be.

Why can’t it always be like this?