Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Well, the third Zumba lesson was also a joy although the saying, 'Pride comes before a fall' seems to be accurate. There I was, enjoying myself, unfortunately close to the front, when I slipped and landed on my side.
I did the standard thing: took a second to process why the world was sideways, another to right myself, one more to check nothing was broken and then a few more to style it out. I'm pretty sure I pulled it off with aplomb.
My elbow and hip will probably have fair old bruises on them but obviously the main dent has been to my pride. Still, the worst (well, almost the worst, the worst would be falling over, taking someone with me and breaking a bone in their body or... well I could run doomsday scenarios all night...) that could have happened to me has happened. I fell over in class and will now forever be known as 'That Girl That Fell Over'. Ah well. It had to happen to someone.