My First Gymnastic Injury!!!!

It's been brought to my attention that normal people would not be excited about this. But to me, it feels like I've reached a milestone. I am an official gymnastics coach. I've sprained my ankle doing a straddle jump.

Well, I sprained my ankle doing an incorrect straddle jump. I was demonstrating to my 8/9 year olds the difference between the correct and incorrect technique for a jump, and apparently I demonstrated the latter a bit too well. I only hope I got my point across.

It was actually quite embarrassing, going down in front of my kids. But I finished the rest of the class sitting on a trap mat, and put my ankle up on ice for about fifteen minutes before starting my next class. I was walking with barely any pain, which is good, because you can't coach two hours of preschool sitting down with an ice pack.

Growing up in dance, (and Girl Scouts) I quickly learned the difference between a twist, a sprain, and a broken ankle. At first I thought it was a twist, because of the minimal pain and only a hint of swelling. But since I've gotten home, the swelling has intensified, bruising has set in, and I'd be lying if I said it felt normal.

My mom called and said the same thing had happened to her and it turned out to be a hairline fracture and she was on crutches for 8 weeks.

Ha! There is NO WAY I can be on crutches for 8 weeks. Once, I sprained my ankle in high school and was laid up for two wonderful weeks, but I can't be on crutches for two months. But I also can't let it go and have it bother me years down the road when I'm trying to teach dance classes.

Maybe I'm over thinking it, but I'm going to go get it X-rayed tomorrow. My mother has always had a way of freaking me out and making me paranoid.

jk. I love you, mom.