I've fallen and I can't get up

I went to the bodypump class. And it was pretty neat. It's not the same as the bodypump class I went to back home, more like circuit training. Alternating weightlifting and cardio. Whatever. I appreciate the fact that I left class and was still able to walk. I felt broken after the traditional bodypump class in Virginia.

That was Wednesday. Friday I went back for a second class and the instructor likes to shake things up a bit, I was told. We spent the entire class doing like a cardio/weightlifting bootcamp type situation. It was grueling. But I made it! And I was very proud of myself. I did have to modify some of the harder exercizes because of my weak knees. But I completed the class and thought, I can do this. And I will get in shape.

Fast forward to Saturday evening. Saturday evening I slipped walking down the stairs into the family room. And fell down the stairs in a most ungraceful fashion. And hurt my right knee. I mean, it sounds like popping bubblewrap every time I bend or straighten it. So not only do I feel like a complete klutz falling down the stairs, but now I missed class today and I am not sure how to proceed from here. And I feel like the instructor will think, Ohhhh, you hurt your knee ... what was it ... falling down the stairs? I mean, this guy has probably heard every excuse in the book. So I'm feeling very stupid and uncoordinated. And wondering how badly I have hurt my knee and how long it will take til I can work out again.

Idiot!

I don't know if you've noticed this but I am feeling my age right now. I mean, I am turning 34 next month -- I know, I know, 34 is not old, but in my head I am now officially, officially not a pert young thing anymore. That era, if I was ever even in it, is over. Over. So I am trying to finally get into shape and use moisturizer and take better care of my teeth. And now this happens. I am only surprized I didn't break a hip. Oh don't mind me, people. It's probably just premenopause.