I was determined today was going to be a wonderful day.

But days quite often don’t go how you plan them.

Not that today was awful. No, it was great, mostly. I got a ton of work and chores done in the morning, and I was feeling pretty good in the first ballet class I took. I’m feeling like the corrections are starting to become a part of me, and that I’m already improving vastly. It was a good feeling.

But then I put on my pointe shoes.

*sigh*

Before we even started class, my bad ankle was hurting. Not a good sign.

And then, at the barre warmup, I couldn’t even stand on full pointe. My feet were cramping. My ankle hurt so bad it was hard to breathe and I wanted to cry.

Definitely not good. I had to stop after barre.

Frustrating, because barre shouldn’t have been a problem for me at all – every single exercise was something I should have been able to do.

Frustrating, because I watched those girls do center and [i]knew[/i] I could do just about everything they were doing. And do it well.

Frustrating, because just a couple of months ago, I could take a full class on pointe and not have a single problem standing on pointe.

Frustrating, because my damned ankle hurt so bad and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to give up.

Instead I went home. Iced my ankle. Took some Advil.

Try again tomorrow.