Category Archives: Head of the Charles

July 28, 2013, 1:56 pm

Arthroplasty, Athletics and An Academic Life; Or, What I Learned At The Gym


Tenured Radical after a 3.5 mile race in 2008: note that the right knee does not fully extend, making arthroplasty a matter of time.

I am sitting on a beat-up stool with wheels. My assignment is to go from one end of the physical therapy room to another, propelling myself by my heels. I will do this circuit three times. Prior to this I did ten minutes on the Precor, quad and hamstring lifts, glute presses, and a nasty stretching routine in which my right knee, which is no longer an actual knee but a bionic mix of titanium and plastic, loosens up to the 125 degrees I am aiming for by the end of the therapy session.  

I tear off down the room, scooting past a youngish fireman with a repaired rotator cuff and an assortment of elderly people rehabilitating knees, hips, backs, elbows, shoulders.  

My life…

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October 22, 2007, 1:39 am

Take Me To The River

Those of you who really know the Radical also know that I am a Rower. As a Dedicated Rower, my fall was spent preparing to row three miles down the Charles River, in Boston, in a double. I expected to do ok: my partner and I had won a couple races, and done moderately well in another.

Well, we got our butts nailed to the wall: got charged once by an oncoming boat, another boat failed to clear and then, all on our own and with no help from anyone, we missed three buouys, so at a messy end-of-the-pack we were DFL. Which, if you are a rower, you know means Dead Fucking Last. OK, so it’s all about next year, winter training, blah, blah.

We did the Weeks and Eliot bridges to perfection: I hope that’s where Regatta Sport took the picture.

(This is a picture of someone else doing the Eliot bridge perfectly.)

And yet there is something to be happy about besides the potential picture of my…

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