I could never climb the ropes at school in PE. In fact, I still cannot (that said, I have only had my own motivation to drive me. I would imagine that a strong enough incentive would propel me up at speed) and the image popped into my head earlier of me standing there in the school gym. I was holding the rope, staring at my feet and while I understood perfectly the mechanics of rope climbing, and had studied others I could no more climb that rope than play keepie-uppie with a medicine ball. (I can’t do keepie-uppie at all, I’m just illustrating the nature of this marble-like vertical learning curve). It’s not that my life would be changed by the ability to climb a rope, but it would certainly have freed up my mind from the curious memory that literally popped out of nowhere.
Running was next – why when I remember running and school do I only ever have a memory of freezing winter days and being forced to run cross-country ? Did we not do cross-country in the summer ever ? You know, I don’t think we did – in the winter the only way the teachers could stay warm was to send us all on a long, nasty, wet, slippy, freezing run.
I don’t run. I’ll walk, I’ll walk fast but I won’t run. Wasn’t built for it either physically or mentally. Maybe it’s the teacher’s fault ….. maybe a warm summer’s day cross country could have attracted me to this business of running. Or Not.
Right, I’m off to write and do stuff about Podcasting. (Remember I said I’d try ? Didn’t like. I ought to write down why. Maybe if I ran I could have fitted them in there ….)