I have the world’s tiniest wrists.

They’ve always been small, dwarfing my forearms, biceps, and shoulders. They made my hands and fingers, but that should have been taking account when I started doing capoeira. It requires a lot of balance and support on your hands. It’s been away, but I can say that I have not have significant injury doing it as far as my arms and hands are concerned.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t had pain. Quada de Rins never is kind to the starters. It’s a lot of weight (especially with myself) to try to control with the smaller parts of your body. I’ve feared the snap when I try to do too much, using my hands as feet, and forcing my torso and the weight my legs on to my wrists. They’ve whined, they’ve ached, they’ve protested, they’ve complained.

But they never broke.

I want to thank my genes, my diet, my luck—I don’t have many issues with injury, but I think the credit should go to the art. My joint aches when I usually start training a certain movement, but it does go away. When a new ache starts, I can usually go back and break down why it hurts in a movement and fix it—part listening to my body, part fixing slopping mechanics. The creators of these movements weren’t researchers, physical therapists, or even educated. They focused on practicality and practice.
They ended up created the fountain of youth.