I Think the Workout Gods Hate Me

A couple of weeks ago I decided I was going to go on an exercise kick. My near death experience running just only slightly put me off the path but I persevered and kept going. I decided to go to an exercise class with my friend Lara. We get to the class and before the class begins you can tell the instructor means business. She is an older woman but she is hardcore. She is wearing all spandex AND has just taught the class before us. Before class even starts she tears off her spandex tank top to reveal her very fit tummy which is kind of hard to see due to her huge boobs (courtesy of some doctor in LA). Anyhow, I digress. The music starts and it's fast dance music. But she decides it's not fast enough so makes the tempo faster. I was getting a little nervous but I went along with it. The Asian grandma was in my class taunting me in her mind. So class starts. In my head I am encouraging myself and I am even getting into it. It's hard though. The woman keeps making up moves on the fly and since I have the coordination of a blind bat in daytime it's hard enough just to keep up with that. 15 minutes in and I am sweating now...a lot. Not to mention I am still sick with a bad cold. So I cough and the woman in front of me gives me a look and a smirk and I know in her head she is mocking my stamina levels. 20 minutes in I am slowing down a little but still going strong. And then it happens. I don't know how because it was so fast but I might have jumped and then landed on my ankle. The pain was excruciating and I am pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes. I think Lara was secretly happy I was standing there crippled because this meant she could stop for a second too. My ankle started getting bigger and bigger and it was hurting pretty bad. I couldn't walk. Eventually I had to lean on Lara to get me out of there to the elevator (the gym is on the 2nd floor). We get in and the damn elevator is broken. So after I hobble down the stairs Lara gets the car and drives me home. By this time, my ankle is huge and the husband decides I need to go to the ER. After 3 hours there, we find out the ankle is not broken, just badly sprained. My attempts again have failed. I strongly feel the universe is telling me to stop working out so I will embrace the message until I heal.