Cyndi McCoy: Tuck and roll
A Face in the Crowd
The question isn’t whether we’re going to fall, but whether we’ll be able to walk away from taking a mental or physical digger.
I was reminded of that as I dove deep into Steven King’s newest short story collection “Just After Sunset.” An intriguing tale inside reminded of the old “tuck and roll” safety lesson. The main character, a Tomboy, loved to climb trees. Rather than a tongue lashing about the dangers of doing so when she was found hanging from a limb, her stepfather helped her down and taught her how to fall without getting hurt. He taught her how to tuck and roll and she applied it to many of her later-life shenanigans.
As a Tomboy myself, I’ve been attempting crazy feats for a long time and I can say the simple measure is good to have in the back of your mind when things are moving at a fast pace. Being able to climb a tree comes in handy, especially if you play disc golf, and being able to fall with grace even more applicable.
When you’re flying down, let’s say a ski hill, that might not be all that’s necessary to ensure one’s safety. The bump in my shoulder from tearing all the ligaments and tendons in my collar bone can attest to that (Crested Butte, 1996). I guess you could say things didn’t quite roll my way that day.
As a young trouble maker, with the urging of my big brother, I climbed to the roof of our childhood home to jump into the snow below. Being the protector that he was/is, he had taught me to let my knees take the force, tuck in my shoulder and throw myself forward and over. Being the ornery big brother that he was/is, he kicked snow in my face after I jumped, which only added insult to injury because my chin had come down on my kneecap and I had bit my tongue in the process.
In a more universal application, the maneuver could be applied to anytime one falls. Sure, the actual move isn’t necessary, but the idea of knowing how to fall before you fall is priceless. As one flies from one branch to another on this tree of life they should be prepared to fall every now and then.
For those great views, one must reach to great heights, and a stumble along the way is a small price to pay. Like I mentioned before, tuck and roll, take the plunge but be ready for the free-fall. Life is challenging, but boy what a landscape to behold.
Chef Eddie Coloumbe took a huge leap of faith this month switching jobs. However, he did not end up joining the culinary team at the Tabernash Tavern with mentor Al Sapien like I had heard. Coloumbe is now lending his expertise at Randi’s, known for its shepherd’s pie (and live music every Saturday night). He said he’s got some surprises on simmer. I’ll let you know when he turns on the heat for a full boil.
When you’re out and about, wish Nine-Toed Bob a fun trip to Vegas (like we need to), and check out Untamed’s new Thursday Night Ladies Wine Nights. Staff will be popping open some bottles not normally offered by the glass, pairing them with cheeses from around the world. Prices will vary but should range between $5 and $7 per glass.
Food for thought: “Success is falling nine times and getting up 10.” – Jon Bon Jovi.
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