No brace. No boot. Just a shoe, a sock, and me.
TGIF .. WTGAB!
That’s short for “Thank God it’s Friday … without that goddamn ankle brace!”
Eight weeks to the day after I broke my right ankle running the Foothills Trails, I was noodling along under sunny skies on a bicycle, in cycling shoes, on clipless pedals, with said ankle blessedly free of all wraps, braces, boots, and other encumbrances.
On Wednesday I went for a 2.4-mile walk without the brace, but that was an accident. I just forgot to put the damn’ thing on and didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing it until about 20 minutes into the outing.
“Oh, well,” I sez to myself I sez. “A man must carry on.”
See? It is possible to forget, just like Doctor Mike says.
Tags: Better Call Saul, broken ankle
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April 17, 2020 at 5:10 pm |
That is something to be thankful for!
April 17, 2020 at 5:11 pm |
Congrats. And yep, a man’s got to know his limits.
April 17, 2020 at 6:23 pm |
Yea on healing up on time with no complications. The movie clips are depressing me in this crazy time.
How about this one.
April 17, 2020 at 7:31 pm |
Someone needs to pick me up off the floor…
April 17, 2020 at 7:41 pm |
And we just got the first hummingbird of the year at the feeder. More winning. So. Much. Winning.
April 18, 2020 at 11:07 am |
Didja hear … it’s the new golf
https://www.reuters.com/article/us-health-coronavirus-usa-bikes/wary-of-public-transport-coronavirus-hit-americans-turn-to-bikes-idUSKBN21Z1BX
April 19, 2020 at 4:05 pm |
Only old people wear velcro shoes.
April 19, 2020 at 4:13 pm |
Y’dern tootin’. Cain’t tie no laces an’ that Boa thing sounds like a dangerous serpent t’me. Speakin’ a snakes, I got the rheumatiz s’bad most days I can hardly fumble out m’tallywhacker for a leak without pissin’ on m’own Velcro shoes some’eres betwixt m’fly and the commode.