Good bye, Zumba...

And running.

And dancing.

And walking.

And all things involving ANYTHING that needs a foot. Either foot.

Friday afternoon, when leaving work, I stepped off the curb and rolled my left ankle. In the process of planting my right foot down to stabilize myself, I rolled that one too. Two sprained ankles.

Give me two, 'cause one won't do.

I went to the emergency room -- had no broken bones, fortunately. Just serious sprains. Have you ever tried using crutches with two sprained ankles? Impossible.

So, Zumba will be on hold for a while. Or two.

And my ankles will be wrapped. Both.

Lovely.

There's a reason my husband calls me Grace. Or Calamity Jane. You pick.