So it’s been a while. No, I haven’t been running. Not for a month or so. Haven’t been swimming, either, for about 3 weeks. There’s been problems. With both legs. Well, one prosthesis, and one leg. The ankle on my swimming leg really wasn’t performing satisfactorily. The mechanism that allows me to extend the foot [...]

So last night, I tried running again. I did the shortened stride thing, as it was suggested to me. I carefully landed on the ball of my foot, or flat, as was suggested to me. And the pulled muscle on the inside of my calf did not get injured. Instead, I got a pull on [...]

So last Friday (aka Ballday) my PT crew asked me if I was available on Tuesday for some additional work. There was going to be some sort of competition within the PT class, and they wanted to know if I could make it. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to, because it would be right during [...]

…are playing a big part in my training right now. I’m sitting on them, standing on them, throwing them, and catching them, all under the watchful eyes of a group of senior physical therapy students at a local college. For young men and one young woman. They’re all so earnest. And young. And fun. Plus, [...]

Things have been really, really busy in my life. Hence, the lack of activity on this site. And on top of that, I’ve been beset by problems in my training. Both physical and technical. And mental. Physical: My calf is still causing me problems. I’m doing an 8-week session with a local college, where there [...]

My calf felt fine. Really, it did. No worries at all. So, since I didn’t have to go to work Monday, why not spend an hour on the track? I can tell you why not. Because I’ve got a muscle pull, that’s why not. I was hoping that the pull I felt last week was [...]

I’ve received several comments about yesterday’s post telling me that it sounded self-pitying. I find that interesting, because I wasn’t aware of that emotion when I wrote it. And reading it now, I still don’t see it. I tried to write about where I am, emotionally, with nothing added, and nothing taken away, and I [...]

I hate being an amputee. “Hate” is a strong word. I try not to overuse it. It’s appropriate here. I hate being an amputee. I hate having to think about every step. Have you ever said to me–as dozens of people have–”If you hadn’t told me, I never would have known?” That doesn’t just happen. [...]