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An ability is defined as "a general trait or capacity of an individual that is a determinant of a person's achievement potential for the performance of specific skills". The UW Class called Adaptive Fitness is all about getting people active and outside, helping people use their abilities to their fullest, instead of living life with a "disability".  Tim always tells the student helpers that we are the future health care. Some clients have had bad experiences with doctors or therapists, that they are reluctant to return to them. This class changed my life, my perspective, and most importantly the way I will conduct myself as a future health profession when interacting with patients who may not be as "able" as I am.

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So in recent news, I have embarrassed myself in front of an Olympic legend thanks to the costs of anticipation. Not too long ago, covering a women's hockey camp at the LaBahn center as a health staff member, I was put in charge of the goal horn during the last day's hockey scrimmage. Some would view this as an honor. Not me. I feared I would miss any goal made and was on hyper alert, ready with my hand over the big red button. On one particular play, there was a shot made and my over-eager brain was like "I think that's a goal it's definitely a goal HIT THE BUTTON" and let out two huge blasts of the horn. But alas, it was not a goal and let's just say Mark Johnson got a good laugh while I turned beet red in the score box in front of children and parents alike.

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"If you need a Union cab, call 242-2000, 242-2000, 242-2thousandddddddddd UNION CAAAAAAB". Do you ever find yourself singing to that ad on the radio? Cuz I do. And thanks to chunking (and the jingle) I can easily recall that phone number in my time of need. Chunking is the process of grouping individual items together into another single unit or item, like the numbers in a phone number. Thanks to the parenthesizes and the dashes, phone numbers separated into the pattern of (area code) - first three digits - last four digits can be easily chunked into three easy bundles for us humans to remember.

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This past spring semester I took an AT class about rehabilitation techniques with the one and only Shari Clarke. In the process of learning the D1/D2 arm movement patterns for the shoulder, she gave us this visual image to think about as we did the action = "grab the sword at your hip, bring it out and then slap the baby behind your shoulder". I'm still not sure if I am remembering this correctly or if I am crazy, but this piece of visual metaphoric imagery sure burned itself in my brain.

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Annual First Year AT Program Tape Challenge

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Annual First Year AT Program Tape Challenge

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Every year, the 3rd year athletic training students put the 18 new first years into a bracket where they compete for the coveted taping trophy. Students are judged on their neatness and time combined. Any wrinkles in the pre-wrap, missed ankle tape components like heel locks or stirrups, and poor presentation result in seconds added on to your time. Some students take the route of the speed-accuracy trade off with no hesitation: they blow through the tape hoping that their time is quick enough to not be overcome by the penalty points. Some go slower with the goal of making minimal mistakes to offset their time. I personally made it two rounds in before my sweaty hands and high anticipation/anxiety *cough cough to future me* cost me my advancement to the next round.

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I have taken golf lessons 3 times. The same golf lesson, mind you. And I am not any better at it. So basically over the course of three consecutive summers I somehow remained at the novice status of golf, with no chance of ever reaching a level of high skill where I could even begin to "think about" choking (lol get it because choking happens due to a switch from a normal procedural process in an expert to a declarative memory process that ultimately results in their usual high performance suffering). Not event the same golf course, golf clubs, or same hat could get me to improve.

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Positive Transfer for Lab 7, Negative Transfer for My Life

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Positive Transfer for Lab 7, Negative Transfer for My Life

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After completing the task of drawing a star pattern backwards in a small mirror, I experienced a bit of vertigo (mild lol) and some difficulty using my computer mouse pad on my MacBook Pro correctly. The upward movement I was trying to make on the computer was doing the opposite of what I wanted. That's when I realized that while there was a positive bilateral for the star tracing task, I was experiencing the negative transfer in a real life situation, defined as the "negative effect of prior experience on the performance of a skill" causing me to perform the subsequent skill (moving my computer mouse) worse than how I would have normally performed it without the prior experience.

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This is my 14 year old pup named Brook! She's an old gal, and prone to health problems as we are starting to discover. At the beginning of this summer, she came down with "old dog disease", an idiopathic vestibular disease (aka human vertigo). The poor thing had lost all sense of balance and her vestibulo-ocular reflex (VOR) was all out of wack. The vet pointed out that she had nsytagmus, which is a vision condition where the eyes make repetitive, uncontrolled movements. Brook no longer had the ability to accurately see what was in front of her, and if you tried to give her a treat she'd reach her snout out into open air where she thought the treat was :( Good news though is that she recovered after a day and a half (*phew) and she's back to giving me THE look while she waits for me to fill up her food bowl!! Her ability to whip her head back and forth while still keeping her hungry eyes on me is all thanks to that connection between her inner ear and her eyes