Bloody Circus school.
Bloody ankles. Why do they have to be so flimsy anyway?
Yesterday, I dragged myself to school (I hadn't been very well over the weekend), specifically because I didn't want to miss our one tumbling lesson of the week. I love to tumble. Tumbling is what most people think of when you say acrobatics - back flips, headsprings and handsprings, somersaults and all that jazz. It's high impact. I had just started to feel a bit more like a normal human being and was having a great lesson - I'd just managed my first backward roll to handstand, which is a fairly simple move but I'd really been struggling with it and was being taught a cartwheel walkover, which is a great move, it looks really nice but is fairly easy to execute. Until... I'm not sure what went wrong but as I landed I seemed to crunch down on my ankle and ended up writhing on the floor in pain. And now, well, the writhing has stopped but the pain's still there. I can't walk very easily on it and just to add insult to injury my only way of getting to and from college every day is by bike. Hmmmm. Now if this was a normal job I would very happily take some time off, watch lots of Homes Under the Hammer and make myself generally comfortable on the sofa, but it's not, it's Circomedia and I want to be there. We're doing clowning at the moment! I can't miss clowning!
So I've got a physio appointment this afternoon. I shall wait for the verdict. But I am not a happy tumbler. And I still want to do a cartwheel walkover.
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