Back on the Bike

Yesterday was monumental.
Alright, so it wasn't actually monumental, but it was big.
I was able to get back on my bike and ride, baby. I rode like the wind.
After being grounded for just over a week after my toe-splitting wreck I was more than enthused about getting back on my hog. I'm talking about a bicycle, but so what? I can call it my hog. I never realized how happy simple exercises like riding a bike make me.
I spent a week limping around, constantly worrying about my toe getting hit by a swinging door, or some oaf clodhoppering all over it. It was nice to walk normal today and get on the instrument of toe death that maimed me. I showed you bike!
This is going to sound completely asinine of me , but what the heck. I felt like people were staring at me while I was limping with a bandage on my foot. I certainly could not handle a wheelchair, a walker, or any type of physical abnormality. I am shallow. I am vein. I am happy to look and feel the way I do.
I still can't run or play tennis, but when I do I'm going to kick my brother's ass.
Yes, I am back on the horse, back on the bike, and back on track.
p.s.
Yes, the picture truly embodies how I feel about it.