Imagine the scene. It’s Monday morning, when all good intentions are born (diet and exercise intentions, for instance). I kissed my husband goodbye as he left for a week in Detroit. I dropped my son off at school. Then, Reesie (my dog) and I went for a walk, 3.5 miles in 55 minutes, including a couple water stops. Yay! I was on a roll. Back at home, I kicked off my tennies, popped in the Zumba disk, and went to town.
In my effort to get fit, strengthen my bones and fit back into my size 10s, I have recently become an exercise fiend. Okay. Not a fiend, exactly. Maybe an enthusiast. No. I try to be a fiend; I wish I was an enthusiast…honestly, I’m neither. Let’s just say I’m determined. So, I’ve been on the treadmill, and I’ve also been walking with my dog every day instead of just a couple times a week. I’ve been exercising at home, and I recently decided to put my kids’ Wii to good use and do something I’ve wanted to do for a while now — learn Zumba.
Fun, fun! It reminds of aerobics. I must really be a child of the ‘80s because I’ve loved aerobics ever since I first started in the lobby of my dorm at NAU. To look good doing Zumba requires a little more rhythm than aerobics, though, and a lot more rhythm than I possess, but I was having a good time with it. Plus, I enjoy making my son laugh and roll his eyes.
Did you catch that I kicked off my tennies on Monday after my walk and before I popped in the exercise disk? Yep. I was doing Zumba in my socks, on an area rug surrounded by a wood floor. …Do you see what’s coming? I didn’t, idiot that I am. All it took was one lunging step off the rug. My left foot slid on the floor, but my right foot stayed where it was. Down, down, down went my body, and CRACK went my right ankle.
Yes. After all my Risky Business slides on the wood floor, after all the years of telling the kids to be careful coming around the corners in their socks, all it took was one step for me to break my ankle in two places and rupture a tendon for good measure.
Nothing surgery can’t fix, I’m told.
My cast is kind of a pretty dark blue. It has white medical-tape racing stripes holding it together, and my toes are peeking out from the top. I have to keep my foot elevated above the level of my heart, which I’m finding is no easy task, and I have to use crutches, which totally sucks. My mom is taking me to doctor appointments until my husband gets home on Saturday, and my son has been running around like crazy after school this week, having to do almost everything I would normally do — he’s such a good kid. It seems I have turned more lives than mine upside-down with my airhead mistake.
Surgery on Tuesday. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared. So I’m trying not to think about it, and to keep a sense of humor. I really do have to laugh — it’s just another entry for the It Just Figures Crapfest! No bugs, though, so that’s good. 🙂