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I was very pleased to be back on the water rowing. However, there was one huge problem with my first row. Four people were required to help me launch my boat. If I always needed others to help me to get the boat in the water, I realized I would rarely be able to row. I didn’t want to inconvenience others. Furthermore, the best time of the day to row was 6:30 AM when the water was calm. I knew I wouldn’t be able to find anyone willing to carry my boat to the water at that time of day.

How could I launch the boat on my own? Prior to my injury I had carried to the boat on my head and walked it to the lake, but this maneuver required great balance, and was impossible with a prosthetic leg. Perhaps I could pull a wagon, but my free rowing knee collapsed whenever the prosthetic toe caught on the grass.

“Dad, why don’t you buy an ATV and drive the boat to the lake?”, Ashley suggested. Yes, that made good sense. I could drive the all terrain vehicle  to the lake shore  and then set the boat down into the water. That very day I purchased an ATV.

The question was how could I use this machine to carry my boat? The shell can be seen behind the ATV

The question was how could I use this machine to carry my boat? The shell can be seen behind the ATV

But how would I use it to carry my boat to the lake? Searching on the internet I found a special rack designed to carry canoes, but I knew it could also carry my shell which weighed only 26 lbs. My wife Kathie and I bolted the rack to the ATV.  I then took large straps and hung them down as slings to cradle the shell. The entire set up fit under the shed by inches, but it worked. I had a method for transporting the boat to the lake.

The ATV carrying my shell. Notice the tight fit under the shed roof (but it fit).

The ATV carrying my shell. Notice the tight fit under the shed roof (but it fit).

The million dollar question, would I be able to lift the boat off the ATV and place it in the water?  I drove the ATV into the water to a 1 foot depth. Next I maneuvered off the machine into the water with my flexible knee. If I hyper-extended the knee it locked allowing me to bear weight. I carefully positioned myself next to the ATV, placed my arms under the boat and released the straps. The boat dropped into my arms and I slowly inched my way deeper into the water using side steps and propping myself against the wheel rim. I slid the bow into the water. This took 20 minutes. I was sweating and my arms were fatigued, but I had the boat in the water. Next I took the supporting pontoons and the oars. First I locked the pontoons on the ends of the riggers, and then using the oars as a cane I walked them to the boat, and placed each one in the oar lock. Next I sat in the boat seat and rotated my prosthetic leg into the boat. I slowly rowed the boat through the dense vegetation and after another 20 minutes made it out to the lake.

I was exhausted and only rowed for 10 minutes because I realized I had to save energy to put the boat back on the ATV. I backed the boat onto the shore, removed the oars and slowly dragged the boat toward the ATV. As I stepped my prosthetic leg caught on some underwater weeds and the knee buckled. I fell in the water with the boat on top of me.  Soaked I lifted my self up and again cradled the boat in my arms, being very careful to avoid weeds and other obstructions. After 40 minutes I managed to lift the boat up,  place it in the slings, and place the oars on the rack. Wet, muddy and exhausted I drove the ATV back to the shed where I was able to carefully back the long boat into the constraining shed space without causing any damage.

After rowing the ATV containing the boat had be backed into the small space under the shed.

After rowing the ATV containing the boat had be backed into the small space under the shed.

My first boat launch on my own had been a success, as well as an incredible workout. The entire process had taken over 2 hours. A far cry from the simple way I had launched my boat with two good legs. But then again I had achieved my goal. I knew my technique for launching the boat would improve over time. I also knew this represented a major milestone in my recovery.

The shell and ATV safe and sound after my first row on my own.

The shell and ATV safe and sound after my first row on my own.

March 2013 with the help of my friends I am finally back on the water.

March 2013 with the help of my friends I am finally back on the water.

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!

Rowing with my prosthesis on Lake Santa Fe

Rowing with my prosthesis on Lake Santa Fe

I have been extremely busy now that I am back at work full time, and I haven’t had time to post. Two months ago I attended my first medical conference in Boston and stayed in a downtown hotel. I had been working hard to walk without a cane. On arrival in Boston I realized I had forgotten my medications and I didn’t want to miss my daily aspirin. I checked the directory and learned there was a CVS pharmacy just 0.36 miles away. An easy walk for most people but I realized this would be a major challenge. Hey why not? This would be my first major walk in a busy city. I forgot how bumpy and irregular the sidewalks of downtown Boston were. There are brick walks, stone walks, asphalt walks alternating every block. There are high curbs, pot holes and man holes everywhere. For me this was the equivalent of a cross country steeple chase.

I started off and the first few blocks went smoothly. But as I began to sweat I felt self conscious. Were all the busy commuters looking at me? I tried to appear confident, but the continual inclines and irregularities were frightening. I felt as though I was only one step away from a fall. Should I turn back? This was good for me. I needed to improve my walking and toughen my leg.

I pushed on, pausing to rest my limb every two blocks. As I leaned against each building to rest sweat was coming down my face. It was 70 degrees. No one else was sweating. Did anyone notice? I seemed to blend in and I suspect my fellow pedestrians assumed I was just an old guy out of shape. If they only knew how hard I had been training to improve how I walked. The effort I was expending was at least 30% more than someone with two good legs.

And then came the large intersection. Traffic everywhere. As the walk sign turned green I carefully stepped off the curb. The tar covered road was irregular. I carefully made my way  across the street. As I reached the other side I took a deep breath. I was relieved. I was walking the sidewalks and crossing the streets just like a normal pedestrian.

I arrived at CVS and purchased my aspirin. Now I had to walk all the way back! My leg was slightly painful from the extended pounding on the pavement and the many sudden corrections and increased weight baring as I navigated the irregular terrain. I gulped once and charged forward. The return trip was slightly downhill and I was able to make quicker progress. I stopped only once to cool down.

As I arrived at my hotel I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had completed my first walking errand. I needed a shower. My shirt was soaked through in the back and sweat was pouring down my face. I had completed my morning work out. My Jawbone bracelet counted 1300 steps. I had covered 2/3rds of a mile. Not bad for my first extended walk in a large city.