Pull up a chair, it’s story time.

Hey there. I haven’t posted in a few days, but not for the lack of a good story. I was working up the cojones to tell it. In all honesty, I’m pretty sure this is a tale I’ll enjoy telling in the years to come. For now, it just leaves my face red and my foot hurting.


Now that I’ve built it up a little, it seems wrong to make you wait. Let’s just pretend a few years have passed and we’re all hanging out enjoying each other’s company over a bottle (or five) of wine. In this fast-forward scene, Hawea has just delivered a rousing rendition of “Riverdance” and a dynamic performance of “Trees in the Wind” is in queue. Conditions are ripe for a re-enactment of “the time I catapulted myself head first over a rock wall, into the ocean, in front of about 30 people“. I scan the room in search of a decent prop. Luckily, there’s no rock wall in sight. The coffee table will have to do.

It was a typical weekday evening. I showed up for Torture Tuesday a little late, but determined to give it my all. I did the warm-up not once, but twice, so the final straggler wouldn’t have to do it alone. We were off to a good start. Little did I know that the warm-up was about to be my entire workout. We were only on the second station, doing step-up/step-downs on the wall. What happened next is hard to say. I intentionally picked up the speed at precisely the same moment I unintentionally tripped on the top of the wall. There I was, flailing wildly through the air, careening headfirst toward a patch of lava at the speed of light. Somehow, I activated my super-woman-ninja skills and landed upright on both feet, (with the force of an elephant being dropped from the sky) before falling backward onto my bum into the friggin ocean. Yes, people. This actually happened. To me. There are at least 20 witnesses in case you don’t believe me. Probably closer to 30.”

Here’s where I pause for a moment to allow for a collective giggle, because yes, it really was as ridiculous and dramatic as it sounds. I’m pretty sure that “the wahine who flew over the wall at the workout” was a popular topic at dinner tables across town that night. I keep laughing when I imagine what it must have looked like. For more than one reason, I’m really wishing I were a witness instead of the leading lady.

It’s worth mentioning that if given the choice of an audience for future public embarrassment, I would probably choose Whitney and Dharma and the Tuesday Torture participants. They’re a first rate, totally terrific group of people. It’s not every day a person can make a complete ass out of themselves and end up feeling encouraged, supported and cared for instead of humiliated and ready to quit. In fact, I was bummed to have to sit out the rest of the workout – it looked like one of the best ones yet. It sucks that I’ll be missing the next few until everything heals up.

Luckily, it’s not a serious injury (no breaks, according to the doc and x-rays). The impact of the landing resulted in a contusion to the heel area. For now, I’m rocking this sexy boot:

20130419-221715.jpg and making use of these bad boys:

One final note: a day like that makes a girl appreciate a drink like this:

Now I can cross “catapulting over a wall into the ocean” off my bucket list. Since I totally meant to do that. πŸ˜‰



  1. πŸ™‚ Glad you liked it. I wanna go back and see how high the drop from over the wall actually was. However, I’d have to limp my way there and I’m not quite ready to do that. In time…

  2. Good story, wish there was a video. πŸ™‚
    So glad you are okay, sounds like it could have been a lot worse.

  3. I too wish there were video! This must be at least as funny as me going ass-over-head on my bike at the city’s busiest intersection at 5:05 p.m. Luckily, I could just lay tangled with the bike until the light changed and the spectators moved on. The next crop at the light just saw my friend Sarah and I laughing on the ground! Seriously, though, glad the injury isn’t worse!

    • I seem to remember this story… does my memory serve me correctly – it was C and Collins? In your case, there might have been video available! Thanks for reminding me it will all be a distant memory… sooner or later. πŸ˜‰

  4. Hi hungry girl,

    First off thank you for your comment on my blog about mfp & the fact that I’m not the only one who has struggles with knowing what the best way forward is.

    Second, I am so sorry to hear about your mishap with the wall & I’m glad you were not seriously injured BUT can I just say I pmsl! That is so the kind of thing that I would do. I actually had tears of laughter running down my face. Sorry. I laugh at shit like that. It’s wrong, I know.

    I hope you continue to follow my blog and I look forward to stalking – I mean following yours.

    All the best

    Vicki x

    • Vicki F- Glad you got a chuckle out of it – it really is too good of a story to share. πŸ™‚ I’ll definitely keep following your adventures! Keep it coming. πŸ™‚ – M

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