I just finished an amazing, searing and thought-provoking novel:
The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
nytimes book review 2006 It's a post-apocalyptic tale, not bedtime reading, but beautifully wrought. There is so much discomfort for the characters, it's got me thinking about our comfortable American lives. Mine anyway. Seems we're often in pursuit of greater physical comfort -- plush mattresses, heated leather seats in our cars, 2000 thread Egyptian cotton sheets, monthly pedicures or massages, winter vacations on tropical islands. On the flip side, the Patagonia catalog came in the mail today, with photos of (mostly) guys doing extreme mountain climbing in Peru, Patagonia, Mt. Everest, etc. One photo shows a tiny tent, aka "bivy" set into a snow bowl on the side of a 12,000' peak. With our mostly sedentary jobs, and a good measure of comfort at home and work, we then need to challenge our bodies with physical tests. How many people do you know training for a half or full marathon? I'm not complaining. Just observing. For most educated Westerners, survival no longer depends on physical strength, hunting skills, orienteering through deep woods, or sailing the high seas. But if it did, how well would we do? As a personal experiment, I'm going toughen myself up a bit by consciously seeking out discomfort. Rainy and cold outside? I'll go for a walk. Heck, I might even do a mid-October penguin plunge in Lake Champlain tomorrow. The water and air temp should both be a slightly uncomfortable 58F. I'll let you know how it goes. Ciao.
|
Patagonia mountain climber |