Tales Of A Twenty-Something Klutz: I Need A Stunt Double

Oh yes, it's time for another installment of the Tales Of A Twenty-Something Klutz! (See past notes/blogs for other tales/amusement.)

Yesterday found me at UNT helping my dear friend Kourtney with a filming project. The weather was quite nice, sunny and only mildly blistering. Kourtney had to shoot a three-minute film that could explain itself without dialogue. I was there as an extra. The first shot at the front of the Bus/Admin building took only five minutes and we moved to the south side. Glen and Sarah were stationed on a picnic blanket (look disgustingly cute) and Paul, Nathan and I were told to stand on a spot of grass playing frisbee. It must have been terribly amusing to watch us chase the frisbee around. And then it happened.
We were in the throws of a vicious game of frisbee, and I had finally understood my character's depth and complexity. The frisbee was tossed to me, and of course I tried and failed to catch it as it fell to the ground. Now, the rules of etiquette dictate that when a lady must retrieve an object from the ground, one must bend at the knees to prevent the derriere from being thrust most ungracefully into the air. Any real lady knows this. I attempted to make such a maneuver, but something went awry. I think I twisted somehow and mid-frisbee-retrieval, something in the back of my left leg seized up. I thought it to be just a cramp at first, and stood back up to even more pain. After several minutes had passed with no relief, I realized the horrible truth of what I had done and did my best to get back into the "zone" and act like I was not in pain for the remainder of the film. It was an Oscar-winning performance, and I shall not be at all surprised to see my name nominated this year.

I don't know why I can't get any of the good injuries! Just once, I'd like to hurt myself saving a child from a burning building. Heck, I'd even settle for saving a goldfish! But no. I pull a hamstring picking up a frisbee.