I didn’t play sports growing up, and I didn’t workout either.
I have naturally thin parents who have a steady track record of never working out. For example, my mother doesn’t understand why anyone would run anywhere unless someone with a chain saw was chasing them.
Due to the fairly sedentary state of the first twenty years of my life, I never experienced any sort of injury more damaging than a stubbed toe.
Things are slightly different now, you know? Not that I consider myself an athlete because I take Body Pump and Body Step classes, but I do consider myself to be fairly active and more physically fit than I ever have been.
Well, yesterday I was in for a treat.
My favorite instructor was teaching a later-than-usual class, and I was super excited because it was a Body Step/Body Pump combo.
It was during our second seven-minute cardio circuit that things got a little dicey. I was overambitious with my Stepping skillz, and I landed on my ankle.
And I fell.
In the middle of class.
As my hip smacked the hardwood floor, I was acutely aware of my bruised ego. Seriously? Who the hell injures herself in Body Step? Not a second later, I realized I couldn’t move my ankle.
I tried my best, but I couldn’t hold back the tears.
In the middle of class.
As people were still Cardio Blasting all around me.
I so badly wanted to stand up, but I couldn’t. Weighted down by humiliation and a shitty ankle, I sat on my step and hoped my tears looked like sweat.
Jen, the super sweet instructor, came over to see if I was okay. God bless her – she had the decency to cover the mic as she talked to me. My Pump/Step neighbor also quietly came over and told me he’d put my equipment away for me. He also sternly told me to go home, ice it, AND STAY OFF OF IT for several days.
It was if he could tell I’m hardheaded, just by looking at me…
On the way home form the gym, I called my mom. Her response? I tell you, Colleen, you never hear of a guy falling off a bar stool and injuring himself. It’s always the healthy ones that are getting hurt.
She’s somethin’ else
The hobble-with-one-cankle look isn’t doin’ much for me – so let’s hope for a quick recovery!
Let’s chat – Have you ever broken a bone? I have not! I always feel like I’m the only one who wasn’t an adventurous 4th grader who fell from the money bars or something.