Post by mainewifey on Mar 25, 2014 10:56:20 GMT -5
I wasn't even jumping the box. I was stepping the freaking box. One of my goals I gave my trainer is before summer I wasn't to be able to portage our Zodiac boat and step up into the back of the truck with it in my hand.
We've been working on side stepping onto the box to imitate the movements of stepping into the bed of the truck. Stepping back down from the top with barbells in my hand I just lost my balance, I rolled my ankle a bit on my planted foot, and then so very ungracefully tripped over my self, dropped one weight and smashed my trainer with the other when he caught me and stopped me from face planting into the floor.
It was not one of my finer moments, pretty embarrassing, but with my complete lack of coordination it was bound to happen sooner or later. Luckily the gym wasn't too busy, and only my pride was hurt.