Picture the scene: Late July, 2009 and I am a mourning fan. My favorite entertainer of ALL TIME, Michael Joseph Jackson, has met an untimely death and, honestly, I can’t get it together. On my 34th birthday, after finding out my 5 year old has to have her tonsils taken out, I sit in front of the television with a fork and a whole cake and watch his public memorial on television. So, it’s serious.
Imagine what it was like to be in my Zumba classes at that time.
I am intense. I love to dance. I love music. I love to teach. I love Michael Jackson. It was some of the best/worst days of my career. During one of my many tribute songs/performances/therapeutic routines (and I apologize to any Michael Jackson haters I ran off in those days. You are free to come back when I am released to teach again. I only play him once or twice during a class. *smile*), actually during the “Wanna Be Startin’ Something” warm-up, I felt my emotions take over and I was in another world. When I was in the second grade, that was the first dance routine I ever learned and I’m attached to it. I felt the years start to well up and I started to dance harder. And I felt a pop. My entire knee locked up. I couldn’t move. I froze and kept pointing and and shouting directions. I did what any sensible Michael Jackson Zumba loving teacher would do. I waited until my knee unlocked and I kept teaching the class.
Come to find out I had torn the meniscus in my left knee and had to have surgery a couple of weeks later. And I taught classes (against my doctor’s orders) up until a day and a half before my surgery.
I didn’t get injured because I’m reckless. I got injured because I live with reckless abandon and there is a difference.
People have so much to say about me and these crutches. This is an injury I acquired doing what I LOVE. I tell people all of the time that if it had not been this it would have been gastric bypass, the result of something else I loved: eating and playing victim. (That is a reference to MYSELF, not all or any others who have had gastric bypass. I do not know their stories). I have chosen to “go all out” after living a life of watching from the sidelines. I never even had so much as a scratch on my legs until I was in my 30’s because I spent my life AFRAID. So to assume that I had surgery because I am careless is incorrect. It is quite the opposite.
I DON’T recommend surgery to find your calling. 🙂 I do recommend facing what’s holding you back from going full throttle in life. What is it that you REALLY want to do? You CANNOT avoid getting hurt…..not in Zumba, not in love, not in church, not on Facebook, not by family, not at your favorite restaurant. What would your life be like if you lived with reckless abandon?
And if you had to take a selfie on some crutches, what would your caption read?
Mine would read: ” It only takes one leg to do Michael Jackson. Who’s Bad?” 🙂