But now, not so much.
I never learned to knit though she tried to teach me in her frustrated impatient way subsequently pointing out that effort and practice was required. I now regret my inadherence. And, how much I now admire the clicking needles and synchronized movements of a skilled knitter.
Instead of spending time seated in focused concentration on a pattern, my feet beat the tattoo of my heart into the pavement of city streets and sidewalks, bike paths and forest trails. Running released me and gave me time and distance. I learned to use my body to escape my mind. Back then, knitting did not invite me and I think I missed out on the use of hands in rhythmic creation. On the other hand, I did refinish old furniture and hardwood flooring, banisters, and cabinets, but that experience involved more of the whole body.
I also never learned to play piano despite the lessons. And, the violin didn’t stick despite the special purchase of the music stand and other parental hopes for my achievements, despite the course at school. Much to their dismay, I didn’t practice during retreats to my room. When I did practice, the nagging voices which eventually produced compliance made it feel like torture, and no doubt the sounds corresponded as my frustration scraped across the strings.
I did, however, skate and won competitions and spun in circles of parental approval until the social ones in high school drew my attention. The rink became secondary, they divorced, and I found reasons to run. I ran marathons, and half marathons, and 10ks, and I ran nearly every day through every season. But more recently, I’ve noticed that running does not produce the relief it once did. So I slowed the practice, replaced it with other movements, and found strength in resistance. Yes, I’ve been a runner, but now, not so much.
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