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.
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That is something to be thankful for!
Congrats. And yep, a man’s got to know his limits.
Yea on healing up on time with no complications. The movie clips are depressing me in this crazy time.
How about this one.
Someone needs to pick me up off the floor…
And we just got the first hummingbird of the year at the feeder. More winning. So. Much. Winning.
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
Only old people wear velcro shoes.
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.