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Musings of a Caveman

I don’t eat what I kill or run for survival, but sometimes, very rarely, I kinda feel like a caveman.

My life is pretty far from the life in prehistoric times.  After gravitating toward the Paleo Lifestyle, or Caveman Diet, I have began to think about how our ancestors lived, and how they survived.  It couldn’t have been easy.

My first thought: Food.  As a triathlete training between 9 and 12 hours a week, my thoughts always gravitate towards food.  ‘Born to Run’ by Christopher McDougall was my introduction to the idea that the ability to provide consistent protein was a deciding factor in the evolution from neanderthal.

Prehistoric man had access to food in it’s natural state; wild and not willing to go quietly.  There was no guarentee that supper was going to be served, and when it was, it must have been a celebration.  The meat was obviously grass fed and raised with no antibiotics or hormones and the fruit/nuts/tubers would be organic with no pesticides or apperance enhancing chemicals.

Today, we have everything we need within our grasp, typically in our pantries.  The choices are less than optimal; loaded with sugar, wheat, and chemicals tough to pronounce, let alone understand why they are there.

My second thought: Family.  Modern day families must look crazy to a caveman.  I would like to think that there was equality due to the well defined roles.  The men hunt, the women gather; each role having great significance to the survival of the family and the group. 

Children were rasied by the group, not by the individual families.  The played and more importantly learnt from the whole, having the opportunity to hone their survival skills for the years to come.

These days childern are tought by strangers, as good as they are (teachers are awesome), nothing can replace the wisdom of your family.

My third thought: Society.  The constant running around and self imposed stress are obsticles I am sure they did not have to face.  Keeping up with the prehistoric Jones’ must have been pretty easy, unless your next door neighbor invented the wheel….

In order to survive, a band would have to work together to find water, gather food, and build shelter.  They had a sense of trust with each other, their life depended on it. 

These days, we are isolated as families, occasionally asking for help from our extended family, and even more rarely from our neighbors.

My final thought:  Present Day.  This weekend we sat on the river shoreline and ate lunch.  After we were done, we waded in the river, threw stones, and collected rocks for the trip home.  I commented to my wife, “I feel kind of like a caveman’.  Having the opportunity to relax with my family, enjoying nature was an expereince we don’t have very often and one I would like to have more often.

We need to take time to slow down, enjoy the little things in life, as we can get lost in the modern day shuffle. 

So grab your family, including dog, and head out of the house for a hike in your community. 

Question: What can you do in your present day to slow things down?

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