In a funny ‘twist’ (you’ll get this joke in a second, I swear) of fate, I am forced to not spin, run or skate this week. Yesterday I was at Speed Skating Son’s practice. It was a family affair, with me, Hockey Skating Husband and Hockey Skating Son all hanging out to watch our speedster.
Picture this scenario: Speed Skating Son is on the ice, I’m up in the stands with Hockey Skating Son and my husband is downstairs looking at buying a customized jacket for our little speed skater. The class is warming up when Speed Skating Son skates over in front of where I’m sitting and starts saying something to me. I’m up in the stands and can’t hear him, so I’m yelling “What?” and “I can’t hear you” while holding my palms face up and shrugging my shoulders to convey that he needs to SPEAK UP. He repeats what he’s saying but I still can’t hear him, clearly I’m getting deaf in my old age, so I start climbing down the bleachers.
That’s when I fall and twist my ankle (Twist of fate? Get it?). So I now have a sprained ankle that’s so swollen, it’s blending in with the rest of my leg. I have Nonna legs.
But that’s not even the best part. The reason I had to climb down the stands to hear him better was not, in fact, that I’m becoming deaf in my old age. The reason I had to climb down to hear him is BECAUSE HE WAS JUST MOUTHING THE WORDS. No sound was actually COMING OUT.
Parenting is fun.
Last night my husband said to me “I bet if you had your orthotics, you wouldn’t have twisted your ankle like that”.
When I can walk, he’s a dead man.
While this may be a bad thing in terms of my physical activity level this week, it’s also perfect because this week is all about the high, medium and lows of chasing your dreams. And thanks to the awesomeness that is Kevin Jaggar and Kaari, you’ll see how, no matter what you’re doing, you can follow your dreams….at any level.
Part One starts tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’m going to go elevate and ice my ankle and make my husband and kids serve me grapes and bring me stuff I don’t actually need. I may as well take advantage of this while I can.
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Please make sure you milked the situation for some serious pampering.
Parenting IS fun. Expecially when you can enslave your children..
Bummer! Ice, rest, and, as you said–torture hubby and kids (especially “mouthy” son!) as much as possible. Hope you’re back on your skates soon!
First of all – poor you, that totally sucks!!
Secondly – BWAHA HA! WHY was he mouthing the words? Orthotics sound like a good idea to me
In an unrelated but related story, at the movies this weekend I was all “why is the sound so LOUD, and what is up with the way these kids are dressing!?”
“Parenting is fun”
And in three simple words you said it all.
Wishing you a speedy recovery!
Okay. I’m really sorry. I howled. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s evil.
The (darling) kid was mouthing the words?
Freakin ARGHHH!
Get better quick!
Nooooo! I hope you’re okay. In yoga we would say that it’s time to “take it off the mat” – i.e., live the mental part of yoga, rather than the physical. I don’t have a clue if there would be a similar thing to say about speed skating, except to take care of yourself and be kind to your body. Hope you feel better soon.
That really sucks, Sharon! Feel better.
Oh no…sorry to hear about your ankle! I say milk this for all it’s worth and have a relaxing week