For those of you looking for an intelligent quasi-political commentary like yesterday this may not be it. So I went to the YMCA yesterday with my family so that my kids could complete their swimming lessons. During that time I went to the treadmill to run. I have become keenly aware over the years that when I get on a treadmill I am not just another person that is running on the treadmill. I am “did you see that one-legged guy running on the treadmill!”
When I first lost my leg I had all sorts of insecurities but the biggest one of all (and please remember that I was 16) was sex appeal. I was truly afraid that I would no longer be attractive by the opposite sex. Honestly as a 16 year old boy I believed that this would have a very adverse effect on any sort of sex life. Later on in life my insecurities about what people thought waned. When I was in college I stripped off all the cosmetic stuff of my leg because it wasn’t fooling anyone. It just delayed people’s awareness that I had one leg. Getting married to my beautiful wife was a tremendous boost in confidence because it was such a concern for me.
So back to the Y. After I ran on the treadmill for awhile I went to sit in the hot tub with my wife. Since I was a swimmer in high school I stopped being so self conscious about taking my leg off to get in the pool. But back when I was a swimmer I was a skinny guy with one leg. Here is the funny part of the story. In my twisted mind, because I am getting old and out of shape, I somehow thought people were looking at my gut. That is when this one-legged, scarred up from surgery, prosthesis resting on the wall, guy realized that maybe my gut was the last thing that was on people’s mind when they looked at me. That, I was okay with because I have been getting stared at because of that for years.