Learning to walk

My Osteopath tells me walking is good for the arthritis in my back and legs.  However, when the air is hot and muggy, and I walk around the block which is really two blocks, I am huffing,  puffing, and wheezing.  Yesterday, when I returned from walking my dog, I was sick with a sugar low, ate too many carbs and suffered with indigestion the rest of the day. Damn. Yes, I have heard the old joke, “If you don’t mind it doesn’t matter.” But this is different, I tell myself, just before I collapse into my easy chair to read.   

In his book The Humans who went Extinct: Why the Neanderthals died out and We survived, Clive Finlayson describes how the early humans who took chances may have learned bipedalism by climbing out on tree limbs, holding the overhanging branches to get fruit and nuts. 

I think kids discovered bipedalism.  Being part tree dweller as a kid, I walked out on tree limbs holding the overhead branches.  What fun.  But no saber toothed tigers lived in my woods, so if the bough broke and I fell, I landed in pain, but not as dinner for some beastie. 

I had a lot of fun as a kid, even though most nights I ached with pain from falls and scrapes. I don’t regret taking chances, even though I know it underlies much of my pain now. 

8 thoughts on “Learning to walk

  1. I was a bit of a tomboy and loved to climb around. My falls were mostly related to speeding on wet streets with my bike. Oh, those deep tissue bruises as you say David had were the worst I ever experienced ten years or so ago, I think it was. Why is it, the older I get I begin to lose track of time when I reflect on the past? My much younger friend has scoliosis and arthritis — finds what works best for her is swimming. Think swimming may be better for all of us to spare knees and hips, maybe.

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  2. I loved climbing trees as a child. Unfortunately our neighborhood had only one tree good for climbing. Fortunately, though, the property owner had no problem with noisy kids in the tree. My best friend and her little brother and I spent many hours on thrilling though imaginary adventures in that tree. I guess I was cautious about real adventures because I never fell.

    That scarecrow description must be in the eye of the beholder. As a small child, visits to elders I wasn’t acquainted with were scary to me. Looking back now, I realize those “scarecrows” that I loved were just as gaunt and gnarled, but there was no uneasiness around them and I treasured every bit of time and attention they gave me.

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  3. One advantage of being fat is that it cushions your falls and you don’t end up with a broken back or hip. This is why I don’t intend to lose so much weight that I look like a scarecrow…

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