Got on my bicycle for the first time in... hell, years probably. I've been hauling that thing around with the general intention of using it to commute, keeping it tuned and oiled and out of the rain in hopes of one day having the spoons to get back on and ride it.

I blew out one of the tire tubes halfway across the apartment parking lot because hey, old tubes aren't really that sturdy, but dammit. I got on and rode it.

It might not count for much, but I feel like it counts for something.