
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.




