I did a kickboxing class for the first time in at least 10 years today. The last one was at the Margret Maddox YMCA in Nashville. In the middle of a kick, my stabilizing ankle gave out, rolled, and I had to hobble out of the class. 


 


Since the last ankle surgery, I’ve done a bunch of things I couldn’t before: long-distance swimming, long(er) distance running, running/walking on grass (as opposed to only paved paths) but I haven’t tried basketball or any other sport with turns and sudden stops.


 


Today was so fun. And so nerve-wracking. Every time we turned and kicked I was so aware of my ankles. And so thankful every time they stayed stable.