Physio.

I fell yesterday. No idea how it happened - whether my knee gave way, whether I slipped, whether I rolled my ankle - but I fell. In Borders, of all places, I found myself scrabbling at bookshelves in an attempt to not bowl over the other people in the aisle. How embarassing.

Woke up this morning, knee feeling right as rain. A few tentative squats elicited absolutely no pain whatsoever - typical!

The physio poked and prodded and asked "Does this hurt?", and each time I answered "Not now, but yesterday..." And after all that, he came to the conclusion that my kneecap isn't in the right place. Should've take a left turn at Albequerque?

So it's been massaged and ultrasounded, it's taped AND strapped (in something that actually allows circulation, as opposed to my brace), I've been given some muscle-strengthening exercises to do which should help, and I go back on Wednesday.

And I can still do yoga and dancing, as long as I don't do exercises that'll aggravate it. *yay*

And then we wait.

*taps foot*

Gimpy.

Ugh. Just call me the walking wounded. This yearis shaping up to be my year for Things That Go Wrong.

I've done something heinous to my knee. It crunches, it grinds, it pops and it hurts. And it's only been happening for six weeks or so, while I've been thinking "I'll see if it gets better before going to the physio..." I mean it only hurts if I bend it or put weight on it, or.....

The physio appointment is this weekend.

I blame the stairs at work - they're everywhere, and climbing stairs is meant to be good for you, right. *crunch*pop*ouch* Not really. And it's getting worse.

Hopefully the physio will tell me to just strap it, take it easy (especially at dancing which I am loving), and do XYZ exercises and it'll get better on it's own. I don't want to contemplate a worse-than-that-scenario. And I certainly don't want to give up dancing just now - we're about to start wrangling multiple veils!

I'll hop.

Heh. Who's have thought I, the poster girl for uncoordination and sloth, would be worried a knee injury would stop me from exercising and dancing?

Shimmy, camel, shilly, wha..?

Belly Dancing Lesson Two wasn't as "bad" as last week's. We went through all the steps in the routine slowly and made sure we got them all right before putting them together. It was HARD working out which bit was meant to undulate while this foot was moving and that hip was circling (like a vulture?)! But we got it. And we're all as un-coordinated as each other, especially in such a small class and when we pass under the eye of the teacher. But we got it.

The Advanced girls came in again mid-way through, joining us in the veil routine. I was quite chuffed when one after another dropped out until there was only one left dancing with the teacher. Snobby looks be damned - they're not much better than us!!!

Hip scarves are on order, we're already talking about co-ordinating our outfits for the inevitable performance we're going to be talked into doing...

It's fun.

Shimmyshimmyshimmy

Just back from Bellydancing, Lesson One. Actually, it was Lesson Three/Four for the other beginners, because we enrolled late, but you get the idea.

There were seven of us in the class, and I didn't feel as unco-ordinated as I thought I would (that may be the cold/flu medication, though), starting out with a few basic steps as a warmup, then getting into a routine involving undulations and veils, in which both Charissa and I got thoroughly mixed up.

The Advanced class joined us halfway through, and (amidst snobby we're-better-dancers-than-you looks) we did an intensive workout involving all the standard steps. Shimmies, turns, hip circles, chest circles, chest shimmies, you name it. *whew* What a workout! (Although most likely I worked up an uber massive sweat because of this horrid bug)

I'm exhausted. It's much more of a workout than when I did bellydancing with Sal.

*floomp*

Shake that booty

Miss No-rhythm signed up with a dance class this week. Not just any dance class: Bellydancing.


It's at the local community centre, on a night when I'd usually be floomphed in front of the telly by myself, and I'm looking forward to it. It should be fun, as long as I can remember my left foot from my other left foot, right?

Shimmyshimmyshimmyshimmyshimmy!