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December 24, 2004

How running made us human

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The cover story of the November 17 issue of Nature magazine (above) was devoted to exploring the thesis that the emergence of modern man was a result of an evolved gift for running.

Said University of Utah biologist Dennis Bramble, one of the study's co-authors, "If you are out in the African savannah and see a column of vultures on the horizon, the chance of there being a fresh carcass underneath the vultures is about 100%. If you are going to hunt down something in the heat, that's a lot more work and the payoffs are less reliable because the animal you are hunting often is faster than you are."

Dead animals don't run.

I'm reminded of an old Cajun saying, to wit: "You never see a dead animal on the road in Cajun country."

Think about it.

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The conventional wisdom holds that running simply was a byproduct of the ability to walk upright.

However, fossil evidence indicates bipedalism evolved at least 4.5 million years ago, yet 3 million years passed during which bipedal walking by the ape-like Australopithecus continued without any change in body habitus.

Then, out of nowhere came an early human species, homo erectus, with a skeletal frame far more suited for long-distance running.

Bramble and his co-author, Harvard University anthropologist Daniel Lieberman, state that if natural selection had not favored running, "we would still look a lot like apes."

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Here's the University of Utah press release about the article; it's got a lot more of the background and reasoning that led the scientists to posit that homo sapiens truly is "the running man."

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Runner
By Brian Jones

Steadily stepping first, I let the world
keep time beside me, watch it sidelong coolly,
my competitor - then, with a stretch of stride
I set the pace, and in the dazed
and jumping eyeball hedgerow spends itself,
uniforms, and sprawls as shapeless
as any man whose flabby flesh I've mastered;
trees whirl, dizzy with pace, and the pumping heart
shakes the sky from blue complacency.

And here I ride on feet sprung with the will,
destroying rule of shape, the sway of custom,
while colours ribbon from the broken lines
of brick and tress. The brain
is hurled from platitude, the forced lungs
cry for the meagre air, organs of sense
are strained beyond their common catch, and
world
and tortured body
pulse into chaos. I unmake old realms.

Having to halt, I retch for breath
on a lonely road, and hear the blood
grow soft and usual. I feel stale threats
come up abreast and reassert
their normalcy, before whose arrogance
I straighten, fill my lungs, begin to stride.

Posted by: Shawn Lea | Sep 11, 2005 1:11:31 AM

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