Oy, another broken ankle post

Ok you dearest cherubs:

One of the things that happens when you damage part of your body, is that you spend time thinking about the time when your body wasn't damaged. I have been thinking about that time.
I was in ballet class every day. I was in class every day when I was training (sometimes twice or three times) and I was in class every day when I was dancing professionally.

For those of you who may not understand, when you are a professional dancer, daily class is a must. As Rudolf Nureyev said "it's boring", but it's necessary. If you don't keep the muscles in shape they won't be in shape.

So when I began my physical therapy for this broken ankle, they put me on the exercise bike. It was unbelieveably painful. I mean, you guys, it was really ummm painful. But I pedaled. I kept pedaling. I'm no hero, not like any of the Olympic athletes you are seeng on TV. But I pedaled. The therapist would stop by every so often while I pedaled and see the tears on my cheeks, but I pedaled. And at one point, she said, you don't have to cry. And I told her yes, yes I do have to cry. This hurts but this is what is necessary at this time. She smiled at me. I could not pedal without crying. And so crying was necessary.

So, this short post is to tell you all, sometimes, crying is ok. And you never know how much what you have already undergone in your life prepares you for what you must face. How much pain ballet causes is how much pain must be undergone from time to time.

I am no hero or heroine. But I will pedal the bike until my foot is well, and then, I hope to walk again.

I appreciate all your good thoughts. Warmly, and with love.

Margaret