First of all, WOW! Thank you all for your comments and concern. I feel so special and loved. It really means a lot to me that you all expressed such concern for me (and my bike, my poor poor Nelly). I wish you all lived closer
so you could bring me soup and chocolate so we could hang out and go for bike rides, er…. or runs…that would be safer. But alas, I just have to pretend that each of your comments are a nice piece of chocolate and savor each and ever word. Mmmmmmm……………………….
So, I know you all are dying to know if I am alive. Well I assure you this is not The Hubs posing as me. He wouldn’t do that. And he would never talk about feeling special and loved and chocolate. So yes, it is me. I am alive and I am surprisingly well. I mean I am bruised head to toe and I am humiliated to get in a swim suit and go to the pool…or wear a short sleeved shirt, or shorts… I look like I belong on a country song music video for Earl Had to Die (a song about killing a deadbeat wife beater…great song). But they are my battle wounds. I wear them proudly…covered up under clothes. I am sore and still taking 800 mg Ibuprofen and 650 mg Tylenol 3x a day.
So who wants to see some of the bruises? No? Not into seeing bruises? What if I told you I had to sport the *spankies so that I could actually show you???
I knew it!
Self portrait in the bathroom mirror:
And those are the ones I can show you…there are more but you wont get those here, this is a family blog.
So there you have it. I am OK. Mild concussion, no broken bones, and tons-o-bruises…Not to mention a bruised pride, bruised ego, and bruised confidence.
So who thinks I’ll get back on the bike any time soon??? Maybe I already have? Maybe I NEVER will AGAIN!
*Not the way you expected the Spanky Debut to go, huh?