By Harry Minium
I'd love to be able to tell you that I was playing rugby, running the end zone steps at S.B. Ballard Stadium or pulling a child out of the way of a speeding car when I fell and tore my bicep muscle last year.
Would love to but can't.
Truthfully, I was starting to climb down from my attic when I slipped, hit the attic ladder and then the floor. My left arm got caught between steps and hyper extended.
Yep, I was a total klutz.
I wasn't in pain, but the copious amounts of blood and the curious location of my bicep muscle caused me to scream out loud for my wife, Ellen.