On Tuesday, I did something I had not done in more than six months - I went to a cycling class.

I was nervous about testing my ankle out this way. I know it's been several months, but I'm still in physical therapy, and sometimes prone to toppling over when the ankle decides it does not want to cooperate.

Still, I was tired of not being able to go to the gym, so I braved an hour-long class with my gym buddy, Jen.

When we got there, we came face to face with the evil "WOO!" instructor, otherwise known as my nemesis.

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Enough is enough.

I'm tired of looking like an old woman.

I'm tired of struggling to get it out of my car.

I'm tired of almost (and sometimes) smacking myself in the face with it when I'm in a confined space.

That's it - I'm ditching this cane.

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I'd heard stories about people who work during the day.

These "day-walkers" get up at the crack of dawn, use alarm clocks and, heaven forbid, drink coffee.

As someone who has worked nights for the last seven years or so, these folks and their lives were a mystery to me.

That is, until I became one of them.

(Because I can't go out to cover things like fires, homicides and the like, I'm on desk/web duty until my doctor clears me to go back to my regular work.)

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Walking hurts.

A lot.

And using a can is no picnic, either.

That's all - for now.

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Hi guys. I apologize for being away for almost a week.

I started work and physical therapy this week, and let's just say it's been - tough.

So, I'm exhausted, and haven't had the energy to do my blog.

However, I promise I'll have some fun stuff up in the near future.

Yes, that's sooner than you think.

Darn this injured ankle and not having any energy.

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You know, I never realized how big my office is.

Before the broken ankle, it always seemed too small and a little crowded with its walls of cubicles.

Now, this place feels like Beaver Stadium (where the folks at Penn State play football - and, interesting fact, is one of the largest stadiums in the world. Fascinating.)

I feel like I'm some small thing in a really big world.

Wait, I am a small thing in a big world. . . but you know what I mean.

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I never really gave those motorized store scooters a second glance - that is, until I needed to use one.

Although I've got some new found freedom, I really can't get too far.

For example, if I was to try to walk from the front of the Target to the back wall, you'd find me about halfway there a half an hour or so after I started, begging for a medic.

But I still had to get groceries and such, which means I had to use the scooter.

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My ankle is healing up nicely, and that I can go back to work!

Yeah!

So, I'll be back at the newspaper, part-time, starting March 17.

I'm so excited.

No, seriously, I am.

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That is, if you count a Frankstein-like gait that causes me to sway like a drunk person, than yes, I am walking.

I've been trying to get more independent the last few weeks because I'm returning to work - yes, I'm going to stop milking the broken ankle and work - next week.

So, that means I had to give up the computer chair and walker combo, and try to walk around.

After a few failed experiments (I never knew falling could be so much fun), I got it.

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I busted my rump on the stairs Sunday.

My assistant and I were headed out for a Wal-Mart trip.

I was excited to leave the house, because I hadn't been outside for several years, I mean, days.

So, I was in my usual position, one hand on the railing, one hand on the wall and standing on one foot, ready to hop down the flight of stairs in my apartment.

My friend was saying something funny to me. I told him to shut up.

As the old folks say, God don't lik ugly so. . .

I went to hop down and lost my footing.

I crash landed on my humps.

My friend rushed up the steps to help. I was OK. I even laughed a little.

I was more shocked than hurt. I've actually been pretty lucky, and haven't fell much since I broke my ankle.

Boy, I'm glad I have some extra cushioning back there (take that, obesity experts).

If I hadn't, things could've been ugly.

So, I'm a little bruised, but I felt better after watching this YouTube video about celebrity falls.

Beyonce, I feel your pain.

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