I hang onto Jen’s shoulder and hope her skinny-heeled sandals hold steady. They do.
Inside its socket, my left leg is not entertained. I search for a more comfortable position to relieve the needle-like burning from too many hours in my prothesis. I angle the rotator to bring the Genium up onto my lap. It's not the most lady-like position, but it feels better.
I turn my eyes five stories down, to the excitement on the stage below.
But the last few miles have been packed with activities that seemed impossible when I first started this journey. And each time I cross one off my list, it feels like DEFYING GRAVITY.
|The locked knee works great!|
Of course, it helps to have an incredibly brave cousin
Then, on July 4th, I join my skate buddies for the very first time -- by BIKE...
|Only one leg gets cold!|
With support from friends -- and brave cousin Tray -- I walk confidently into the 59-degree Atlantic!
|"Sandy" gets sandy|
but not sunburned!
Each step carries me farther from the days that pulled me down. At Mile 1183, there's so little gravity, I could be walking on the MOON.
For amputees, the early lessons are all about defying gravity. Operating a machine like part of your body. Strengthening your muscles. Staying off the floor.
Over time, defying gravity evolves into something different. It means finding a way to FLY even when the world weighs you down -- a feat much harder than hopping on a broomstick!
But I'm sure you do it, too.
This time, gravity's on our side.