WOO-HOO from Mile Marker 10,000!
Guess who just walked 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg??
This kid! |
I'm gonna keep this postcard short, but I didn't want it to get lost in the mail.
Long story short, I almost missed 10,000...
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
That morning, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck turned across a city bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg. My body and life were forever changed.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
As I learned to walk again, I measured my recovery in steps and then miles. Over time that journey grew into something more -- a way of being in the world, wherever I go.
I am a person of ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.
WOO-HOO from Mile Marker 10,000!
Guess who just walked 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg??
This kid! |
I'm gonna keep this postcard short, but I didn't want it to get lost in the mail.
Long story short, I almost missed 10,000...
At Mile Marker 9,950...
I carry a backpack. Always.
The hike to Hawksbill Summit is no different.
As an amputee, I learned early on that backpacks were the way to go.
Carrying anything while walking was a challenge. I could do more, handle more, be more when I shouldered the weight squarely on my back.
With a backpack, I returned to work. Walked around the city on my own.
I believed that if I could just CARRY everything, I'd be able to balance whatever life handed me.
It's like I always carried HOPE in the front pocket of the bag.
But there's something else about backpacks too...
What's in a new socket?
Me.
After a record 3 years (and 3,000 miles) in my old one, it's time.
Wait, you say, you got a new leg?
Nope, not quite...
At Mile Marker 9,525...
I shop.
At a bookstore.
In person.
A trip to Inkwood Books is always a treat. But after 14 months of browsing online, this feels like a luxury vacation!
Just imagine...
Greetings from Mile Marker 9,446...
This afternoon, I'm circling Old City with my neighbor and friend, Wendi.
That's 2 Wendy(i)s in two days - if you're counting.
We're squeezing in a quick mile before the five (yes 5!!) Zoom meetings Wendi has lined up for this evening.
If that sounds insurmountable, you don't know Wendi...
And in that dorm, there were two rooms across the hall from each other.
And in those rooms, there lived two just-turned-18-year-olds who (on paper at least) didn't have much in common...
I'll let you in on a secret:
Some get rained out.
Yep -- Throwin' it back to Mile 255.
Back then, I realized this rule applied to amputees and others with disabilities.
But you know what?
Welcome to Mile Marker 9,436...
where a car horn on the streets of Philly scares two puppies in the woods of Vermont!
Crazy how we connect these days.
It's National Siblings Day. And while I'm pretty sure that's a made-up holiday, it's a perfect excuse to walk with my sister Sam...
where it's always sunny in Philadelphia!
Well, today it's overcast.
But no worries...
Good morning from Mile Marker 9,427...
...and my favorite walk of the day!
Most mornings I head out alone. But for this challenge, I need a traveling companion.
Luckily, I know exactly who to text.
"Are you out running?"
There aren't many people who are available at sunrise, but Donna is definitely one of them.
In fact, she's just finished her morning run. Coincidentally, right outside my building!
Ok. It's not quite a coincidence.
Salut from Mile Marker 9,425...
...at Merion Botanical Park!
I'm here with mon amie Cécile - and we have nothing planned except to walk the garden.
(And maybe find a bench long enough to share a snack from 6 feet apart.)
I cancelled our walk last week. I was exhausted and overwhelmed. Maybe it was raining too. Honestly, I don't remember.
Hello from Mile 9,422...
... on Kelly Drive!
It's the most crowded place I've been in a year. But with Rocco and Susan, I feel safe.
That's why we call them my Secret Service :)
Long before the accident, we skated and biked together -- many times on this exact path. We always watched out for each other. Made sure none of us got hurt or left behind.
After my accident, they watched out for me even more...
Greetings from Mile Marker 9417...
...What's a "ch-alk?" you say?
So glad you asked!
A "ch-alk" is a video chat + walk. I made it up.
It's when you bounce along cobblestones trying to hold your phone steady in order to give a 300-mile-away-friend a tour of your neighborhood.
(Prosthetic leg optional.)
Hello (and yawn) from Mile Marker 9,414...
...Be like Toby the Beagle.
Tradition says we rest on the 7th day, but already, on Day 4, I need a breather.
Did you know an above-knee amputee uses 60% more energy to walk than a person with two legs?
Yep. It's like driving a car with a half-size gas tank...
Hello from Mile 9406
Where were you in 1998?
I was in a classroom stocked with Mr. Sketch "smelly" markers, an overhead projector, and an endless supply of transparencies...
Greetings from Mile 9400 --
Mônica and I always walk the same route.
Fewer decisions about streets and sidewalks leaves space for other things - like talking about her children's books or my November novel, or even this next step on the blog...
Yep, it's time to venture out again.
At least, some things haven't changed...