Just finished my last run before Sunday's New York half marathon, an evening jog in Central Park with my running partner for the race, Amanda. Was feeling a little sluggish on the way round, but wasn't sure if it was the running leg to blame, or me for having too many cream eclairs for lunch.
Anyways, cycling back home, thought I detected the faint whiff of oil; put my hand down left, and felt the brown stuff dripping down the prosthetic. I've blown the hydraulics on my knee joint.
On balance I wouldn't say having one leg has been a bad thing; it has certain advantages (half price metrocard anyone?), and has made for an interesting life (not many people can crack walnuts in their knee joint), but one huge disadvantage is the unexpected leg malfunction. I have had a few of these, and they always seem to happen at the worst time.
Still, in this case I can get the leg fixed tomorrow so everything is OK for Sunday. It could have been worse and happened on Saturday evening. And, unlike anyone else who gets bad knees, I can just get mine swapped out in about 20 minutes, and I'm as good as new..so its really not all that bad..
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