Nordic walking, for the
uninitiated, is a form of brisk walking assisted – or encumbered – by a pair of
poles of the sort normally used for Nordic skiing. (This is what gives Nordic walking its name,
though it is worth noting the sport is comparatively less popular in sporty,
easygoing Scandinavia – and the slight frown of patriotic disappointment this
arouses here in Helvetica: why is it not called Alpine Walking?)
Nordic Walking of course owes
some of its popularity to sheer novelty: Switzerland has long believed in the Calvinistic
merit of what Barthes called “the morally uplifting walk” through the
mountainside, so it took a clever entrepreneur to discover a new twist on
bipedalism, which has been with us unchanged for eons.
And yet the appeal is more firmly
rooted than this. Nordic walking
succeeds through craftily grafting a few key elements of Swissness onto what is
an outwardly simple activity. Walking is
made Swiss through adding high-tech paraphernalia, adding an element of
complexity and a set of regulations, and most of all through simply making it
more work. (This is work, of course, in
the physiological sense: Nordic walking brings a higher metabolic cost than
‘regular’ walking, though the implication of the Swiss love of productiveeconomic work is also germane.) Being
perfectionists, the Swiss have also become enamoured of a new way of walking
that requires perfecting technique. Re-learning
to walk at the age of 40 is precisely the sort of challenge that appeals deeply
to the Swiss.
Ultimately, Nordic Walking
emerges as a pastime virtually custom-designed for the Swiss – one resting on the
bedrock of traditional Swiss vigor and adorned with the potential for high
investments of cash (in complicated gear) and time (in perfect technique).
The more apt question, then, is why its arrival took so long.
The more apt question, then, is why its arrival took so long.
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