In Ankle News

I did my first FULL class since the ankle ouchy!  Complete with grand jetes! 

Both legs are still attached, and feel pretty damn good.  The ankle is still weaker than normal, so I won’t go crazy.  But it felt good to actually finish class.  Yay!

Image (Courtesy of internet pink panther lovers)

Unrelated side note:  I would absolutely LOVE to take class one day with a live accompanist, but for now I am enjoying Madame’s unique pre-recorded choices.  Tonight we did tendus to the Pink Panther theme!



I am writing this post in bed, left foot propped up with ice pack (ok, actually a bag of frozen peas) on my ankle.  I had ballet class tonight, and the swelling is rearing its ugly puffiness, even though I was a good little girl and have been sticking to barre exercises only.

I am way over this bum ankle.

Since it’s still hurting and still swollen, several people have encouraged me to get an x-ray done.  I figure I would have known if something were broken – I am a notorious pain wimp, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have been walking on a partially broken foot for two weeks.  Nevertheless, I caved and did it yesterday.  All clear.  I just have a sprain.  Nothing to do but rest, ice, ibuprofen, and wait it out.

Unfortunately, patience is NOT a virtue of mine.

Actually, the worst part isn’t the pain, or the swelling, or the fact that I have a single unsightly cankle.  The worst part is the weakness.  I’m not speaking metaphorically – I don’t think I’m a weak person for getting hurt or anything like that.  I mean my ankle is literally WEAK.  My left leg is trembling halfway through barre.  I hate feeling like I’ve regressed in class.  And I’m not sure how to keep things even while the ankle heals.

I know eventually everything will heal, and things will get back to normal.  Maybe whining will hasten the process??

Post-Ankle Incident

Monday was my first ballet class post-ankle ouch.  Actually, it was my first time really doing anything on it other than walking.  I haven’t had much pain on it since a couple of days after I injured it, but the swelling has been crazy.  It’s gone down a bit, but mostly just moved around to other parts of my foot.  I have puffy toes.  Seriously.  Eww.

I had decided before class that doing any sort of jumping would be a bit too much.  But I just HAD to get back to class.  I miss it when I’m away.  There’s just something so relaxing and comforting about hearing the music and sinking into that first plié. 

So I planned to do barre only, and stop.  It felt really good to get that ankle working and stretched out.  I got tired pretty quickly though, so I can tell it’s weak.  A work in progress.

In related news, I have found myself watching Center Stage and old reruns of Breaking Pointe just to get my ballet fix on days without class.  And my collection of ballet books seems to be growing quickly as well.  It may be safe to say I’m developing an obsession!

Just call me Peach . . .

. . .  Because I bruise like one.

Perhaps I have forgotten to mention thus far how incredibly accident prone I am.  Not big accidents – more like tiny, bumping-into-furniture-that’s-been-in-the-same-place-for-years accidents.  More often than not, it just LOOKS like I’ve been in a big accident because of the resulting bruise.  I’ve learned to successfully accessorize with black and blue.

Today, I took a make-up ballet class.  And it was so much fun.  Near the end of class, we were doing this great combination across the floor.  Pique turn chaine chaine chaine tombe right glissade pas de chat, tombe left glissade assemble, tombe right glissade grand jete.  I recall thinking to myself, “This is fun!  And I’m doing pretty well!”

Until the second run through to the left.  “Landed” the assemble, heard left ankle say “Crack! Crack!” and found myself on the floor.  With a very swollen and bruised ankle.

*Sigh* And I’m certain that time through the combo would have been perfect. 😌

I would also like to mention how great the group of adults that take class at this studio are.  Two of then picked me up before I knew if I could walk (I could!), no one tried to run me over as I sat stunned in the middle of the floor (Thanks!), and one lady ran over immediately to the guy who was taking his first class and said “Don’t worry, this doesn’t happen every class!” (‘Cause we want him to come back!)

Even though it is throbbing as I type, the ankle will be fine.  And I’m hoping to be back in class on Thursday.  I see quite a bit of ice, Aleve, and elevation in my near future!

Ballet Bad Ass

It’s official.  I am now a real dancer.  I have had my first ballet-related injury.

No, it’s not my foot or ankle, not my knees or even my thumb (which both my husband and sister guessed).  This evening in class, I injured . . . my forehead.

Just a little cut right by my hairline, but it did start leaking blood while we were going across the floor.  Madame pointed it out (since I had no idea – in the dancing zone, you know!), I wiped it up, slapped a Band-Aid on, and finished class.  I have no idea what I did.  All I know is I am a Ballet Bad Ass!

My sister is telling everyone I was in a barre fight.  😁