Last Friday,I was working on the last part of the current design, building the benchwork for Palouse (or is it Bovill? I never can make up my mind, perhaps I never will, and it won’t make any difference).
From the opposite direction…
Anyway, I had finished attaching the 2 X 6 boards, and was climbing out from inside the framework seen in photo 1, when I caught my trailing foot on the framwork.
This is where muscle memory took over. I knew that I was going down, and that there was nothing to do but enjoy the trip. (Pun intended)
For those of you who have participated in football drills, or martial arts drills where you learn to fall and then pop up on your feet, you will understand what I am about to say…
My body, my muscles took over, and my mind was not allowed to play. As I went down, the first thing to hit the dirt was my right lower leg, not my knee and hands, as one might expect. What followed was my right hip, then my right arm, shoulder and chin, tucked into my chest. My body continued the roll to the right, and I popped up on my feet, with my feet shoulder width apart, knees bent slightly, elbows bent with hands out, head up and eyes scanning for the next threat. All without a conscious thought. Its been 50 years since I last participated in that drill!
Thank you Coach Byrne, Thank you Coach Black!