I enjoy the physical labor of certain wilderness skills. I’m also a big fan of digging which a lot of people hate. I used to have this fantasy in which I was a ditch digger working in the hot sun and being paid minimum wage. I would like to get much better at walking and running long distance but I’m not sure I really understand the fox run and wish I had someone to watch do it. I love to move quickly and ran cross country for six years. But I’ve found my joints can’t take it anymore, not from the prior running, I think, but because my health overall deteriorated. I don’t think my body is as “juicy” or resilient as it should be. Still I often run short distances for no reason. When I was in college I was always sprinting, jogging, and skipping across campus.
I think the whole “rechilding” thing plays into this. When I was a kid I was good at so many things that just make me nervous now. Like balance. I used to walk out on tree limbs no hands and shit like that. Now I get trembly crossing the fattest logs. But it makes complete sense that I can’t balance now because I stopped practicing. When I was young that is all we did for fun: practice walking across logs, forwards, backwards, sideways. We would practice jumping out of the treehouse, off of the roof, dropping from limbs onto cushions. Now I try and jump of something two feet high and twist my ankle or wrench my shoulder, or mostly I just play it safe and crawl down. It’s not just that I’ve gotten old and stiff, it’s that I don’t practice! We would tumble and turn upsidedown everyday. It’s no wonder that I get sick on fair rides now. We would jump from rock to rock in rivers and streams. Broad jump, limbo, makeshift high jumps, relays races. Those were all games that built up my physical prowess but somewhere along the line I stopped playing them. So in addition to any health issues I might have it’s obvious why I can’t do the things I once could, even though I think I ought to be able to. I stopped practicing! It’s just that I never thought of it as practice when I was doing it. It was just playing.
That said I think there is something to muscle memory. I only do a few handsprings a year now, just to see if I’ve still got it–and I always do! If I had stopped for some reason for too many years I think I would be too scared now, but I’ve kept it up these last 15 years or so, so I still can. If I had to learn from scratch now at age 24 I could never do it. I would be scared stiff. The only reason I can is because I know I can and my body remembers how. In a way this applies to running too. I think if I started running all the sudden now and never had before my lungs would start burning and I would be like “this sucks, what was I thinking?” but because I remember that feeling and I know that is what it is supposed to be like it is pleasureable to me, makes me as nostalgic as the sound of swishcrunching through fallen leaves, okay maybe I wouldn’t go that far…