Let the Healing Begin

Operation Bear Paw began the day I wrote my last blog. The operation consisted of not being a moron. With that said, I have been a moron. Last sunday at San Francisco’s “Bay to Breakers”, I walked almost 5 straight miles with no good support for my ankle. Let’s just say, operation Bear Paw suffered heavy losses. For those of you that don’t know about Bay to Breakers, it’s an all out street party covering a distance of 7 miles. Click here to view the madness created by Permagrinfilms.com.

So after Bay to Breakers, I felt like I got the worst out of my system. Still focusing on my goal, I got in touch w/ people that maybe had some idea’s of a good Physical Therapy group in the bay area. Thank goodness for my friend Cardi and his social skills (chick magnet). He introduced me to a friend of his in San Diego a few months back that worked in Sports Therapy here in the bay area. After a few emails, Cardi got me in touch w/ Tony Tognetti. Now the first time I met Tony in San Diego, we talked briefly about the ankle then continued to have a crazy night. From what I remember, I woke up with bunny ears. Anyways, after talking to Tony on the phone and making an appointment, I was anxious to checkout the facility and see what his opinion on the injury was.

Walking into Apex was inspiring. I know that sounds stupid, but that’s how I felt. The facility was lit up with natural light, a clean looking setup throughout the workout floor and a staff as easy going, supportive and motivating as you could get. Seeing Tony in his work environment was great. He stay focused and professional the entire time I was doing exercises while bringing up our last trip in San Diego. His assistant Laura was there as well to help maintain the efficiency of my workout. Toward the end of the session I was well informed of what steps needed to be taken first and important parts of my ankle other therapist failed to address.

At the end of the day, I was excited I found a Physical Therapy group that felt right. Starting next week, I’ll be going 3 times a week giving 100% commitment to healing my ankle. Operation Bear Paw just took a giant step in completing it’s mission. My hopes are high this time around and I’ll be updating the progress of my ankle as time goes on. Thanks for reading and contact Tony at Apex if you have any questions about your injuries.
-colt

Priceless

My Ankle

Kids, this is what your ankle is going to look like if you eat too many cheeseburgers. So please eat your veggies and try to stay as active as you can everyday for as long as you can. We all know I’m not running the mile under 10 minutes w/ this puppy.

Really though. This photo was taken just 2 days after the injury happened. You can see the bruising going up my legs and the swelling going down to my toes. This is a bad thing.






As many of you know or should know by now, I have had a hurt ankle for almost a year now. The extent of the injury varies from the different doctors I’ve been to, but out of all the doctors I trust, none of them said I needed surgery. So this is good right? I thought so for a while but now I’m starting to think surgery would of been the wake up call I needed to get my mind on the right track for recovery.


It’s not that I don’t want to be 100% healthy. Believe me, I’ve been freaking out just about everyday since I hurt my ankle. Thinking how my life would be different. How much fun I would have with a healthy ankle again. How much further from depression I would be if this accident never happened. But the reality is it happened. I hurt my fucking ankle worse then ever before and I won’t run, skate, surf, jump or tip toe until it’s better.


So the next step in recover is Physical Therapy. What’s so hard about that? Nothings hard. It’s actually nice to get a workout during the day and work on my ankle to get me closer to freedom. I’m actually really excited to do it. The hard part is the money. My health insurance company only covers me w/ certain doctors and the doctors they cover are the kinds of doctors you don’t want to go to. Plus, I have a bad habit of “jumping the gun”. Meaning I rush things I shouldn’t, especially for my ankles sake. So now I’m stuck w/ bad doctors and a bad habit of running and jumping on my ankle before it’s ready.


“Your such an idiot Colt.” I know. I will be the first one to tell you that I am bummed on myself for not taking this ankle more seriously. It’s jeopardized my career and my ability to live my life the way I want. So it’s come to this. “Anti social time.” Stay inside away from the far walks to bars, drunk dancing or fun activities w/ friends. It’s time to heal. Friends will think I’m giving them the cold shoulder, fun times will be missed, but none of that stuff is worth it without my health.


So after a year of failed attempts to get my ankle better, I am just about back where I started. So this is it. From this day forth, I am executing “Operation Bear Paw”. It’s easier said then done I know. At this point in life though, nothing else really matters except for the people I love and this damn ankle. (progress updates will come soon)

-colt

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My College Experience

GET YOUR EDGUMACATION

Over the years I’ve been referred to as a jock or a frat boy,
so people sometimes assume I go or went to college. I’ve
been asked what it’s like and if upcoming skaters should
go. Now I don’t tell anyone what to do, but I do talk
about the pros and cons I’ve seen and experienced living
in a college area. So this is my blog about college.

I got lucky, I never had to go to college. I never even applied for college. A lot of people in my family were concerned what I was going to do. Fortunately, I graduated high school first try with a GED in kickflips never having to walk into a classroom again. It took me about 2 years to realize I just took myself out of (what most call) “the best years of my life”. I didn’t understand it though because I was traveling the world, meeting girls, getting into bars before I was 21, skating the best spots I could ever skate, what better life could I live?

It was in 2003 when I took my friend Zack’s advise and drove down to SDSU for one of his house parties. Now at this time, I thought it would be Zack and friends w/ a bunch of football meat heads waiting for a dumb reason to fight. Instead, we had the hottest girls on campus wearing almost nothing waiting to get fucked. I was shocked. I’ve seen these girls before I swear, I just didn’t have any single dollar bills on me. I was clueless on how this was possible or how to interact w/ these students because I don’t go to school, I just skate. Easy enough w/ the help of friends and a large consumption of alcohol, I got into my comfort zone and ended up talking to a beautiful girl about the big bang theory. I woke up the next morning in amazement. I didn’t know a party could be that crazy and fun.

After a few more experiences partying with friends down in SDSU, it was clear I needed to be in this environment permanently. A few months later I moved down to San Diego right next to SDSU. Actually, I moved in SDSU. I was two blocks away from campus and surrounded by party’s party’s and kids my age that love to party. I built a 40 ft wide mini ramp in my backyard, a huge deck, hot tub, outside speakers, two fireplaces, floor shakers for the TV room and a ping pong table (key). It’s safe to say, the house I moved into was insane.

My goodfriends that went to school there had a good philosophy, “Study hard, party hard”. They kept telling me to walk to class with them so we could look at all the talent (talent meaning hot girls). It was crazy. Just walking the campus during the day was almost like a fashion show. My friend Nat was telling me it gets even better when the weather warms up for summer. I would of for sure gone to class more in high school if my school had more girls like this.

So to wrap up my point here for you young skaters that are reading this, college isn’t a bad thing. The dumb stereotypes you hear about college are from people that didn’t do it right. It’s up to you and how you want your college experience to be. If I had a choice, I’d go to a fun party school (SDSU). But maybe some of you wanna stay focused and take your education further in whatever your passion is. It’s your choice, you have to research the schools that follow your path. If your confused, take a year off to figure it out. Colleges aren’t going anywhere, so don’t panic when high school ends. Good luck and invite me to some party’s.
-colt (un-official sigma pi brother)

All the experiences I had in this blog were based on my own intuition to live a life style outside the norm of what I had. Be open minded to the fact college isn’t all about the things I wrote, but from what I feel are key points into letting you know what may lie ahead. Thanks for reading.

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