As I described in my second post “How has my life changed?”, my first trip to the lake was an unhappy experience. I tripped on the grass and strained my back, never reaching the lake’s shore. I returned home discouraged and depressed. So you may have wondered, did I ever return to rowing? The short answer is “Yes!”.
The longer answer is not quite that simple. In early March of 2013 after 6 months of intensive physical therapy and weight training I asked my prosthetist Kyra to design a rowing leg. She created a simple prosthetic knee that could be submerged in the water. The knee was free swinging allowing me to straighten the knee by flexing with my gluteus maximus (large butt muscle). To make sure that I wouldn’t tip over my narrow rowing shell, I attached pontoons to the riggers of my boat. The equipment was ready. But could I actually row? I searched for videos on YouTube of AKA rowers, but found only a few who had rowed on ergometers (land-based rowing machines). Was rowing a 2 foot wide rowing shell without one leg even possible?
The big day had arrived. My daughter Ashley drove with me to the lake and she tried to lift the boat and place it on the wagon I had planned to use to wheel the boat to the lake (about 300 yards from the storage shed). The boat, 26 feet in length, was impossible for her to maneuver. She nearly dropped the delicate boat, and my neighbor Buddy rushed over to save her from falling. He lifted the boat onto the wagon and then the three of us wheeled the boat toward the lake. Meanwhile two more neighbors Nancy and Mark came to the rescue.
I realized the shore where I had previously launched my boat was filled with vegetation. Mark lifted the boat and carried it to the sandy beach of our next door neighbor. With crutches I was able to reach the water, wade to the boat and sit on the seat. With Mark’s help I set the oars in the oarlocks, next I swung my rowing leg into the boat, and then strapped the prosthetic foot over the shoe using a Velcro strap. As I tried my first stroke my heart rate jumped, and tears came to my eyes. I was back on the lake! I nervously balanced the boat as I began rowing. The boat glided forward with surprising speed. My friends all cheered as I sped across the lake. I was back on the water!