I went to the final fitting for my running foot today. It's a work of art--lighter and more agile than my old one by far. I SO want to get running again. It fit great, and we got it all adjusted to the point where I was doing one-leg hops around the office just on it alone, causing my prosthetist more than a bit of angst. But it held up great, so we took it outside for a trial in the parking lot.
Again, it was light, it had good energy return and a lot less drag than my old one, and it turned on a dime. I was loving me this foot...until it came apart rather spectacularly on a pivot, the entire tread pad breaking away. I managed to avoid falling down hard, but the foot needs a bit more tweaking (obviously) so I didn't get to take it home today. Close, but still so far away.
Frankly, I was a bit surprised, as this leg came from a shop in Germany after a wait of several months. I would have expected a bit more out of that vaunted "German engineering".
Maybe they're still mad about the war. Best not mention it.