Mile
Marker 990:
I fall.
Simple as that.
The cones come up too fast. In an effort to stop, I squeeze the
brakes suddenly without thinking it through.
Jared's just a few steps away, but I'm down
before he can reach me.
I hit the blacktop on my left elbow, my foot
still stuck in the pedal cage. Then, psst! – the bike
lands on my socket valve. My leg's attached to the bike, but I'm not
attached to my leg.
It's the first time I've fallen off a bike
since the accident.
When I first learned to walk, Prosthetist Tim told me the amputated side was like a "cliff." When your body's missing a limb, he explained, it recalculates its center. You learn not to
lean to the missing side; there’s nothing there to hold you up.
To walk with a prosthesis, you have to retrain yourself
to trust the equipment on that side.
Biking takes it to a new level. With my Genium's foot locked in the pedal cage,
that side becomes a cliff again. On wheels.
I topple over the edge.
Jared lifts the bike off my leg. I’m a little banged up but nothing serious. We laugh it off.
Yet in my mind, a sea
change happens. A new sense of urgency
erupts from somewhere deep below. I NEED to figure this out. Right here.
Right now. I CANNOT fall outside this sheltered parking lot.
Spoiler Alert: If you like surprises, you might want to skip the next sentence.
I am
planning to BIKE my 1000th Mile.
It seemed the perfect finish. A way to come full-circle and show how far I've traveled. Like a final
exam.
So I've spent the last month preparing – tuning up
my bike, strengthening my muscles, trying to work out the kinks of prosthetic pedaling. I even bought a new helmet. I was psyched for the challenge!
But in my rush to
push forward, the underlying truth almost slipped by unnoticed:
BIKING IS DANGEROUS.
It's the split-second difference between my old life and new. Between leg and no leg.
Lying in the hospital, I relived that accident over and over again. It played like a “helmet cam” video whenever I closed my eyes. Night after night, I watched it and heard it and felt it. The
truck comes nearer, corners me in. I
reach out my arm as if I can stop it. It is TOO CLOSE. I hear the thunderous tires, the roaring motor, the thudding,
sickening bounce of the axles. I cry out. And then I realize -- there is no escape. I am GOING DOWN. The panic strikes in my head and my
heart. I am knocked off my bike.
At Mile 990, that truth resurfaces like the remnant of a sunken ship.
If I bike again, there's no margin for error. It must go well.
I move through the week, trying to digest this idea. I stop at Whole Foods, do laundry,
make dinner, check the mailbox. But my mind is disconnected, like a computer busy running a virus scan. I float through the
motions, distracted and unsure.
Trying to reconcile what happened with what could happen
again.
Late in the 990's, I find myself at the rehab gym telling friends Robert
and Binal about this latest mishap.
Last week, I was fired up about biking. Now my confidence is shaken. I’m fearful. And ambivalent.
Last week, I was fired up about biking. Now my confidence is shaken. I’m fearful. And ambivalent.
Robert is a marathon runner and triathlete. “Falling is the best way to learn,” he tells
me. He says that's the way he learned to
use the pedal clips on his bike. “After you fall, you learn real quick to plan ahead the next time.”
Each morning at the gym, I see Robert working his way back from his injury. He stretches patiently,
methodically, consistently. He lifts each foot to walk farther and farther each day. He knows exactly which muscles are strong and
which need work. He creates goals and tracks his progress. His every move reminds me that recovery is a step-by-step process.
When the going gets tough, I look to the TOUGHEST people I know. And Robert is definitely
one of them!
A few days later, I bike again with Jared in the parking lot. He sets out the cones and marks a line on the ground where I should start braking. "To stop," he reminds me, "shift your weight to the right." I turn the handlebars gently and lower my shoulder as he's taught me. I straighten my right leg to guide me as I slow down.
I practice NOT FALLING.
Later my friend Mary and I load our bikes on the car. We head down to FDR Park where there's an empty road with
a wide bike lane.
Together we do 2 loops. We bounce through potholes and avoid mudpuddles. We climb a gradual
incline. We dodge those inevitable bumps in the road.
When we get back to the parking lot, I do stops and starts. At least 30 times.
I practice NOT FALLING.
In his book Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell says it takes 10,000 hours of practice to
excel. At this point, I’ve got about 10 hours under my belt. As with so many skills, I'm a beginner all over again.
But biking is different.
I am vulnerable.
This is real.I am vulnerable.
Mile 1000 will not be a final exam. It'll be a pre-test.
I hope it’s good place to start.
If you're around Rittenhouse Square this Saturday, stop by the Farmers' Market. For MILE 1001, I'll be joining forces with the Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philadelphia to promote safety between bikers and motorists!
If you're around Rittenhouse Square this Saturday, stop by the Farmers' Market. For MILE 1001, I'll be joining forces with the Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philadelphia to promote safety between bikers and motorists!