A week before my surgery I decided to throw caution to the wind-I would do whatever my heart contented (as long as it was legal, of course.) Not but 2 minutes after I made this decision the ice cream truck rolled by my condo.
Let's just say, I got a little too excited. I barreled down the stairs and flew out the door. I moved faster than all the children. I was moving so fast that I totally forgot that me and pavement don't mix well together.
Yep, I got skinned knee and gravel in my hair but it was totally worth it. Live in the moment, my friends. It's a total rush.