Fitness model career spoiled by Body Attack stack
WELL, there goes my career as a fitness model. It was destroyed in a tremendous Body Attack stack.
Okay, so I definitely had no future in front of the camera. But I was actually being a reasonably good gym junkie.
I could do most of the moves without panting to my workout buddy and colleague Bec Danslow that I was unable to go on.
"I…can't…do…this," I puffed at her, 10 minutes into my very first class. I was going great guns. All until a spot of sideways shuffling did me in.
The room split in half, facing each other. I was on the side closest to the muscle-bound weightlifters. Some of whom were quite saucy, I might add.
Now I do aerobics like I dance. It's all arms and legs. And very little co-ordination. I shuffled particularly hard to the right and stumbled.
Uh oh, I thought, I'm going down.
And down I went. In a ridiculous heap. I actually had to crawl to the side of the room. The girl next to me said she heard a snap.
At that stage, my pride was more bruised than anything. But then my ankle blew up and walking became tricky.
The physio said I'd done quite a number on myself.
When fellow reporter David Sparkes saw my strapped ankle, he couldn't resist a joke.
"So your broken heart travelled down to your foot," he quipped.
Yeah, yeah, Sparkles.
Use that in your stand-up comedy routine and you're sure to break a leg.