Last night, I was working out with "Hans & Frans"...To back up, my father refers to my workout instructor with the aforementioned nicknames, because he insists I only work out because my instructor MUST be attractive, strapping young men. On the contrary, she is a plump middle-aged lady, but she can yell with the best of them.
So back to the story; I was in the middle of a Charleston, L-Step, Lunge to Squat combo...
...when I thought it would be the perfect time to fix my ponytail. I took my eyes away from the difficult combo and I proceeded to completely roll my ankle. But I dug down deep to finish the physically demanding routine like the true athlete that I am.
Tonight, I am doing what any good patient should do....use lots of ice, take lots of Ibuprofen, and watch last night's Biggest Loser with a glass of white.
But I am determined to recover from my tragic injury, since my friend Sarah will be joining me tomorrow night for another rousing evening of Step Class with Hans & Frans. And now that I've blogged about it, she has to go with me, sucka :)
