Realising I have nothing to write about.
I’ve signed up (well there’s nothing really to sign up too, more of a mental commitment), to #Write52. It’s a blogging/writing challenge to write a blog post every week for a year. They won’t all be posted on my blog, I might use Buy Me a Coffee or Vocal for a few to change it up.
I’ve been thinking of what to write about. I normally write about books, running or parenting. This is designed to get me out of that and writing about something different. I have printed off a list of prompts to help me so I think I’ll be able to do this.
I didn’t know which prompt to start with so I cut the prompts out and picked one out of a hat (thanks to Bianca Bass and Cheryl Strayed’s prompts from this Medium article).
Write about a memory of a physical injury.
So, I’ve been incredibly lucky that I have never (touch wood) broken a bone and I’ve never had a serious injury. Well. Until an incident nearly 6 years ago. A lot of people know the story of my trampolining incident, but I’m re-hashing it for the purposes of this blog. Bear with me.
I worked with some lovely people six years ago, I should get better at keeping in touch with them (sorry, rambling as ever), but one day we saw an advert for a trampolining exercise class at the local trampoline centre. I’d never been before, I’m such a wimp when it comes to stuff like trampolines but I wanted to join in. We booked on and I was nervous but excited.
The day of the class came round and we all booked in and signed waivers etc. The place was much bigger than I expected and there were loads of people there so I started to relax. We found some trampolines and got some bounces in to have a practice. All was well. I could do this, we were all laughing and joking around and I felt so much better about it all.
The instructor started the class and I was doing well, until about five minutes in when I mis-bounced (is that even a word?) and landed on my ankle. I winced but carried on delicately, I knew it would be sore the next day but I didn’t think it would be too bad. Big mistake! It had already swollen up by the time the class finished and I could barely drive home! I messaged my friends a pic of my poorly foot, propped up in bed and we had a good laugh over it. I thought that was the end…
The next morning, I couldn’t move my foot, I couldn’t walk on it – let alone drive – and had to ring up my boss to tell them I wouldn’t be in. So mortifying!! My friends and I chatted throughout the day and I should have really seen a doctor but I thought a bit of ice and elevation would win the day.
My ankle eventually got better and I thought nothing of it until I started running. The story came out every year when the memories popped up on Facebook and I’d have a laugh about how swollen and purple my leg was.
Now I run, my ankle flairs up a lot! I do exactly what is not the right thing to do and ignore it, or have a few rest days and start again. I know, I should get it checked but I’m scared, haha!
So here we are, six years later, still dealing with the aftermath of that trampoline exercise class. I’m traumatised, I tell ya! I genuinely should get it checked and maybe one day I will. I have a small race to get through first!
So there we are, my first post for #Write52. I’m excited about these posts as it’s not something I’ve ever done before. It’ll get me back into blogging (hopefully) and I’m excited for the journey I’m going to go on with them!
Until next week, stay safe, and away from trampolines!