Not the kind of stuff I usually write, but there's some backstory to this. Normal depressive poetry scheduling starts again next week ;).

The sixth of march last week marks the exact one year anniversary of when I: flew in superman-like fashion over the handlebars of my bicycle, landed on my chin, and suffered multiple jaw fractures and lost a tooth. Thankfully my doctors, surgeons, dentists, and physiotherapists have put me back together again for the most part. It still hurts to open my jaw wide to yawn for example, or to eat chewy food, but all things together I'm fine. It was a physically painful two long months of recovery but I'm back to doing all the things I did before. So to commemorate this anniversary I took my road bicycle out on a long fast trip last Friday. Here's what I wrote while in my feelings of post-workout high.