Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: with all the crappy articles in here lately i thought i'd give you guys a plain old tifu that includes pain by the bucket without leaving the comfort of reddit. 

i'm your average 36 year old male, average fitness, height, weight,etc. i like to keep fit with the occasional jog, cycling or my new favourite the exercise bike so i can do something while i watch tv. around once or twice a year i enter a 5km obstacle course run, usually a spartan event but this year i opted to run a night time nuclear bunker race (google it, it's based in essex, uk). 

i did an average amount of training leading up to the event which consists of a 5km run and 33 obstacles with a lot of mud. race day is upon us and as dusk approaches i switch my head torch on and line up with my brother in law and his mates. my wife and youngest daughter came along for the event to cheer me on which i was very greatful for as they have never been to one before. 

things start off great, we're running through fields covered in mud, up and down hills, into trenches and in some places we have mud and water up to our chests. the event is demanding but it i've done enough training to ensure i cope reasonably well. i lose the pack i was running with because it's so dark and end up tagging onto other random groups as i get the chance for a bit of support. 

the course is the muddiest i've ever seen and at one point i lose my footing, my right foot slips under me and kicks the left away, i land on my hip and wince, knowing that's going to hurt in the morning but press on.

the course is really demanding and after several tough obstacles i come to an open field and get to settle into a jog for a bit where i get my second wind. running down a hill i see the next obstacle as i overtake those that are struggling, feeling pretty good that i'm making progress. the obstacle looks simple enough from what i can make out, a 5ft high thick log that had been laid horizontally. you have to jump up on it and get down the other side. 

i start to feel a bit less enthusiastic as i stop running and approach it cautiously. i put my arms over the trunk and pull myself up, bearing in mind this is a thick old beast covered in goopy mud. what happened next is a bit unknown. i do know that my wife and daughter were at that obstacle cheering me on as i could hear them but all i can feel is a sensation of panic. in the dark i feel myself slip and have no idea if i went backwards or forwards over the log. what i do know is i put my arms out to reach for nothing but air and as i land i hear what can only be described as the sound of a 2 inch thick piece of wood being snapped. of course, it wasn't wood and thankfully it wasn't my arm. it was my leg. 

i'm screaming hysterically at this point and refuse to let go of my leg (a smart move i later discovered) telling everyone that it's snapped. my wife runs over as does the marshall who's already supporting me at this point. they're telling me is going to be ok but my brain knows the severity of the situation, i'm in the middle of a pitch black field, covered head to toe in mud with no easy way for an ambulance to get to me. 

the on site first aid team respond and they manage to lift me into the back of a land rover and get me back to be where there is an ambulance. unlucky for me there have been so many injuries already today that there is no pain relief left until backup arrives. they managed to shuffle me into a brace but my brain is freaking out at the sight of my foot. i can see the bone from my lower tibia poking the flesh of my lower shin up and i can feel the pain at the top of my shin where the fibia has broken as well  more towards the calf. but the ungodly sight of my right foot loosely hanging at a 90 degree angle to the right is scaring the bejesus out of me. you've seen those videos where a footballer falls down and his leg snaps away underneath him? think that. 

more screaming ensures until pain relief arrives where i end up with gas and air with morphine going into me as well. 

the trip to the hospital was awful as well as i'm in an ambulance with stiff suspension going down county lanes full of holes until we get to civilisation. 

i arrive at the hospital and i'm seen pretty quickly. the comments i keep hearing are "that's bad" and "surgery". i relax a little as i feel safer in the hospital but holy mother of mary, you could not prepare me for what happened next. i see a doctor who explains i need surgery and the wait is 1 to 2 days. in the meantime they must get me into a plaster cast to stop me moving the leg. that's fine, makes sense to me. 

the plaster guy turns up and has a chat with me, explains how it works and waits for someone to help lift me while he does his work. remember that angle of my foot? yeah, that's not an option, it has to be the right way up and guess who is out of pain medication? yup!

he starts working and they gingerly start to move the foot from its current 90 degree hanging down to the right position to a more natural position. i've been told i have 2 spiral fractures (google for fun!) to my tibia and fibia at this point so i know the damage. i start to shout a little as its really hurting but yet they have barely moved me. 3 other people come over, including a doctor. let's call him dr hate. i have no reason to dislike the man but the pain he caused me in the next minute will be with me for the rest of my life. he steadies my foot onto his chest and starts to move it round while i scream and shout, probably scaring the other patients. eventually they get my foot back to its original position but not before i feel the grinding of bone on bone for the duration of the move. luckily i was able to share the experience as the guy doing the plaster could feel my bones grinding as he applied it, it was clearly freaking him out and i could see pity in his eyes along with him telling the doctor "i can feel the grinding!"

eventually it stops, my wife is crying and i'm a cold, mud covered, shivering mess. 

everything from that point has been ok. i had the surgery which involved a procedure called a tibial nail where they put a titanium rod the length of your tibia down the centre of the bone. i was shitting myself before the op but that went well and i me have lots of staples in my leg and know that i am part cyborg. 

it's now a week later and i'm off work for quite a while. sitting on reddit, playing the order 1886 and being a pest to my beloved wife. the sound of the bone breaking and the sensation of bone grinding will be with me forever. don't keep fit folks, sit on the sofa and watch tv, it's far better for you.

TIFU by mounting a log