Spring is as sweet as a juicy peach.
And as moist too.
I make my way along 2nd Street, boots splashing over mucky puddles. A drainpipe, encased in ice, runs like a faucet onto the sidewalk.
I peel off my gloves. I tuck the hat I've been wearing all winter into my backpack.
Everyone I pass smiles at me. I smile back.
It's our first warm weekend in months, and I'm heading south to tutor at a coffee shop in Queen Village.
|The sidewalks are better than|
the parking spaces anyway!
I'm actually WALKING!!
Predictably, about 6 blocks into the journey, there's trouble. My socket comes loose. I can feel it slip a fraction of an inch with each step. The prosthetic liner glides against my skin. The sidewalk isn't the only thing that's wet today!
By the time I reach Philly Java, my steps are loping and exaggerated. I hike my hip higher. Tighten up my quads and glutes in an effort to keep the socket in place. I'm a soggy mess.
|Hello, old friend!|
SWEAT SEASON is here.
It's so good to be out, I don't even care!
Of course, it quickly gets tiresome. Within days, I'm searching out public restrooms. Peeling off my damp harness and liner. Balancing on one leg and grabbing grab bars. Juggling socket components in one hand when there's no clean place to set things down. I start stuffing extra towels in my backpack. And sock-ply. And vacuum seals.
Stopping to fix my leg is a pain-in-the-you-know-what. Sweat makes me clumsy, but it's a project to dry everything off.
Still, most of the time I fly under the radar. Nobody even notices.
Mile Marker 2607:
Until the day I'm caught with my pants down.
I can't exactly blame the weather for this one. Exercise makes me sweaty in any season.
After rock climbing at Go Vertical, I sit in the locker room peeling off my sweaty liner and drying off my leg. My Genium's propped against the bench, waiting for me to put it back on.
The locker room's empty. I've positioned myself in a corner between a wall and a row of lockers. I might even get this whole process done before anyone walks in.
That's when the door opens. And in walks a pair of little eyes.
I glance over my shoulder. A young girl, maybe 8 years old, parks herself on the opposite bench. Her eyes meet mine.
I smile. Then I turn back toward the wall, apply Adaptskin to my leg, spray the seals of the liner, and roll it on. I tug on the extra vacuum seal. I do all this with my back to her.
But there's no way around the next step. I have to stand up to don the prosthesis. This will not be discrete.
Ok... Go. I take a deep breath and do it all in one motion.
I push up from the bench, aim my leg into the top of the socket, and press down. Shift my weight back and forth from foot to foot. My jeans hover somewhere around my knees.
The girl's eyes grow larger by the minute. Her lips form a surprised "O," revealing two crooked front teeth.
I tug up my jeans, haphazardly tucking everything in.
"I bet you've never seen someone put on a prosthetic leg before!" I say, hoping to turn this awkwardness into a teachable moment.
Silence. Her hair's pulled into a messy ponytail. Her climbing harness bunches up over her green sweatsuit. Her feet swing inches above the floor. She doesn't blink.
So I start again. "Have you ever seen the movie Dolphin Tale? It's about a dolphin that has a prosthetic fin--"
"--I'm not allowed to talk to STRANGERS." she interrupts.
"Oh ok," I say. "You don't have to talk to me. I just wanted to tell you what I was doing because you probably haven't seen anything like that--"
But before I can finish, she interrupts again.
"--Is that a FAKE LEG?!!!"
(Apparently, she's not allowed to talk to strangers unless they're really, really interesting....)
"Where's your REAL LEG?" she asks.
Luckily, she accepts the simple version. "It got hurt. The doctors couldn't fix it, so they gave me a robot leg."
Then she rattles off everything she knows about prosthetics...
"I saw this guy on American Ninja Warrior who got run-over by a tractor, and he has a robot leg too. And hey, did you ever see How to Train Your Dragon? There's a guy named Hiccup, and he got his leg cut off too! He even has a robot leg!"
As I'm pondering all that, another kid walks in.
"Look, she has a robot leg!" the girl tells her. "You can touch it if you want!"
Then she turns back to me. "Show her your walking leg!" she commands.
I tug up the left side of my jeans again. Show and tell.
The conversation shifts. In a flash, they move on. "Ok, now you close your eyes and count, and I'm gonna go hide," one girl says to the other.
They both scamper out of the locker room. I realize I may go down as nothing more than a cool Hide & Seek location.
I gather up my leg stuff and put on my jacket.
Yep, it's Sweat Season... funny, inconvenient, awkward, and challenging...
...but all in all, pretty sweet!
|Bring on the HEAT!|