One Arm Pump

I woke up this morning and threw a hand out, slammed it down and up and said "kkk xxx!"  I was picturing a shotgun throwing out a shell and reloading.  I'm gittin' my second wind.  Felt myself flying down a hurricane wave.  Got up.  Freaking ankle caught and I hobbled around a bit. I didn't say, "dang, I'm gittin' old."  I said, "Ankle, screw you.  We've got stuff to do."  Lock'n Load!  Rock-n-Roll!