so i thought i could dance: a tragic tale....that's also kinda funny

Any of you who have read my blog for some length of time know that I love So You Think You Can Dance. Besides watching The Office when it comes out on DVD, and my strange obsession with watching People's Court, SYTYCD is really one of the only shows I actually make time for. Maybe it's because it marks the beginning of summer for me. Maybe it's all the great music. Or maybe that watching all the dancers reminds me of my dancing past. Whatever the reason, that show is like a bit of magic for me.

So...I was watching it last night and decided I'd pull out my exercise step and burn a few calories while I got my "fix".

***Quick background: I have done Step classes since 1993. I even taught Step for two years. I attend Advanced Step class twice a week. I'm no stranger to the plastic bench. I have even stepped off it kind of wonky before, rolled my ankle, and hobbled around for a few hours till it felt better--and was back at it the next day, no problem.***

Well--this time, I decided to try a new, fancy-schmancy, backwards hop around the world move we'd learned in class Tuesday morning. With my eyes still glued to the dancers, I hop, hop, hopped.....then stumbled backwards.....then rolled my ankle....then CRACK.....and, following one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up" style moments with me yelling for my son who was outside and couldn't hear me....Ninja just happened to stop by on his way home from work, found me, and helped me up.

Of course, to add insult to injury, my little boys had been playing in my van earlier and locked the keys and my purse in it. So, we waited for the locksmith, then proceeded directly to the ER ...........


Foot was broken. And just FYI: Bazaar had no good articles on looking glamorous in a cast.

The moral of this story would be that: No, I guess I can't dance. But I can fall off my step and break my foot.

Good News: I get to legitimately use those motorized scooters when I go to the store. I've always loved those. And I'm not the only person in the family now who hasn't broken a bone.

Bad News: No more skateboarding. Dancing. Lawn Mowing. Exercise classes. Carrying my kids around....

Oh man. It's going to be a loooooong six weeks.

You wanna sign my cast? :)