Two weeks ago at dance class, everything was normal. I led the class in the usual warm ups. We did our normal drills across the floor. It only took one second for it all to change. I decided to try for some extra height on my plushenko because hey, that's what drills are for. I prepped, I jumped, I spun, and then something went wrong. I came down from the jump, landing on the side of my foot. I immediately felt things popping and contorting. The pain was immediate. As I hobbled to the side of the dance floor, all I could concentrate on was not crying. I sat down and was given ice, all the while fighting immense pain. With a small crisis taken care of, dance class continued as normal. As the ice and Advil I had taken began numbing the pain, I knew I should leave dance class and begin the trek to my car and eventually home. Standing up to leave, that's when the tears I was doing my best not to shed came. One of the guy dancers assured me that this is probably the best time for this sort of thing to happen anyways--I'm not preparing for worlds. There are no competitions coming up for me. I will heal.
Goals: Heal up!