Ensuring the remaining quantity is quality
Ioften bemoan the fact that I’m getting older. Among my regular running mates, I’m generally the first to lay claim to being an old, sad, broken and washed-up runner. In reality, though, the truth is that despite waking up to various low-level aches and pains most mornings, I’m still pretty fit and can knock off a decent fouror five-hour run without any real issues.
That said, chronology is the only thing other than taxes we can’t really argue with. Well, I guess with taxes we can always think about finding some dubious claim to being a charity and therefore avoid paying our dues. But that is a topic for another day.
When it comes to chronology, despite the promises of gurus, health supplement spin doctors and power of positive thinking proponents, time really does march on.
I was thinking about chronology and its impact on active lifestyles the other day. The impetus was being asked to give a talk to the Rangiora Tramping Club.
I had bumped into one of their members a while back while on a mission on my local maunga, Mt Grey, and they thought I’d have something interesting to say to the club. Despite failing on the interesting part, I attended and gave a few yarns nonetheless.
Now for those who have never experienced something like a tramping club, I’ll give you an insight into what they are. These sort of clubs are generally made up of septuagenarians (and older) who have had a lifetime of tootling around the back country.
In their later years, they continue to turn to the outdoors for recreation, only with more modest goals. Horizons and daily distances have been curtailed and trips invariably happen in-between the duties of grand-parenting and the impact of health challenges.
The demographic here was exactly what one would expect. Lots of tanned complexions and leathery skin after decades under the sun and exposed to the elements.
A pretty high proportion of short pants, all the better to provide the flexibility for navigating technical terrain. And an underlying preoccupation with the technology of tramping - such as the relative merits of white spirits cookers versus gas ones, polypropylene versus merino and externally-framed packs versus internal ones.
What was refreshing was just how positive these club members were. Despite the impacts that ageing and its attendant challenges bring, they still continue to get into the outdoors as much as possible.
Despite bad hips and knees, a few stooped backs and ailing eyesight, they still find joy in the challenges posed by New Zealand's incredible backcountry.
The other night I started rereading Yuval Noah Harari's excellent book Homo Deus, in which the author opines upon the humans of the future in a world where ageing has been reversed and life expectancy is virtually limitless.
Harari’s thesis is that once physical ageing is no longer an issue, the ultimate quest will be for happiness. When we no longer worry about our own mortality, we will instead use a huge amount of energy in the pursuit of peace of mind. Put another way, when we've resolved the quantity issue, it'll be the quality we put our minds to.
While I suspect my newfound friends at the Rangiora Tramping Club are likely a bit long in the tooth and hence will probably not benefit from a medical cure for ageing, there is undeniably something we can take from the way they approach life.
They make absolutely sure that whatever quantity remains to them scores highly in terms of quality. To misuse the words of American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau, quoted by Robin Williams' character, John Keating, in Dead Poets Society:
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately... I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
The attendees at the meeting the other night might see such a high-falutin’ assessment of what they do as over the top. They are likely, I'd wager, to say that all they're doing is going for some walks in the bush and that any talk of “sucking out the marrow of life” is all a little dramatic.
But as far as I’m concerned, they’ve actually got this living thing nailed and there’s plenty that we can learn from them all.