Recently my doctor told me I needed physical therapy because of the risk of muscular atrophy from long term use of a wheelchair, so I rang over 100 professional therapists only to find the best deal was 30-45 minutes with 2-4lb leg weights doing repeative slow lifting at a cost of over $200 a session, because insurance doesn’t cover this.
I gave up in disgust and thought there was no hope. Then, as you know if you’ve read my last post, through social networking I met Kareemah Batts and was told about her group NYC Adaptive Climbing at the amazing Brooklyn Boulders.
I went, I climbed and I topped the wall and guess what it only cost $11, equipment and all. You go for 3 hours and the people who help are trained volunteers. There were no 2lb weights for my legs but the boost to my soul knew no maximum weight. It was mind blowing. My Ella just told me I need my own shoes and my own climbing rig because the lift in my spirits let alone the physical bonus is obvious to a blind person.
We all go through these quack treatments when we become disabled, you find yourself sitting in front of some college kid with more degrees than facial lines whose not as old as your favorite shoes telling you that some MIT grad designed an ergonomic work out.The whole time your in her trendy uptown clinic and feeling pointless. You spend 30 minutes wondering when Ashton Kutcher is going to tell the world you’re punked.
Rock wall climbing might not be for everyone. For someone else it might be sailing or swimming or hiking. What ever does it for you remember, before you let the medical community not just steal your dignity but your self worth as well, just get out and try, get out and find your Kareemah and your rock wall. I guarantee you’ll know when it’s the one, because the only surgery you’ll need for a while is to get the smile off your face. And you’ll have the addictive urge to start Googling pro shops to find your own equipment, but one piece of equipment that costs you nothing is the self worth it just gave you back