I love being 'cycling tired', and actively embrace the feeling of a body being well used. The "I don’t want to do this any more" tired. The slow creeping tiredness that only seems to happen after races that sneaks up on you over the course of the evening to make stairs hard tired. The is falling asleep at the table only waking up when you’re halfway towards faceplanting a plate of curry tired. The head bent into sideways rain for the last nine miles tired. The heavy legs sinking deep into the mattress tired. The just one more alp and it will be over tired. The tired from the day before tired, and the day before that tired. The falling asleep on the floor and waking up at 3 a.m. The falling asleep on the sofa and waking up at 3 a.m. The stare at the rear wheel right in front of you with the deepest understanding that if you let it slip more than a foot ahead then the elastic’s going to snap and you’ll never make it home tired. The tired you can even see through the most heavily iridium shaded sunglasses tired. The is there a train station nearby tired. The immediately pushing the lever again to see if there’s maybe one more gear left in there tired. The pushing the lever to see if there’s one more gear left in there tired. The legs going round but nothing actually happening tired. The what do you mean we’re only halfway tired. The stare at your feet on the kerb of a petrol station tired. The fall asleep sat against a church wall in the sun tired. The nodding off whilst pedalling and almost falling into a ditch tired. The falling asleep in a motorway services on the drive back from a ride tired. The stop somewhere and buy all the food you can tired. The sit down for a couple of minutes, fumble about in your rear pocket for a snack, glug the last vapours of water from your bottle, puff your cheeks and consider your life choices before heading off again tired. The knowing when your mate is starting to fade tired, as his head kinks faintly to the left and you know the last sprint is yours tired.
The one eye closing slightly nearly there tired. There’s the general last few miles home tired. Obesity is a leading comorbidity factor for COVID and is linked to much higher rates of hospitalization.We’ve all got tired by riding our bikes a bit too far, or a little too fast, or an idiot mixture of both and in an eskimos describing snow way cyclists can be a thousand types of tired. And in fact, a recent survey reported 48 percent of Americans gained weight during the lockdown, bolstering the country’s 72 percent of overweight and 42 percent of obese citizens. This may have been sound advice for folks living in a teepee or homes with an HRV or ERV, but for many, this amounted to recommending folks lock themselves up in a toxic, anaerobic box that tends to encourage sedentary behavior. I couldn’t get that statistic out of my head when the CDC recommended sheltering-in-place at the outset of the lockdown. Older homes typically have no ventilation besides windows, which are often left closed much of the year or kept closed with the addition of window unit air conditioners. Healthy human respiration requires oxygenated air, and homes should have fresh air piping through them at all times, but most centralized HVAC systems only pump new air into a home when activated, and that air isn’t necessarily well filtered. Most interiors lack adequate ventilation. Interiors trap and propagate particulate matter, dust, VOCs (volatile organic compounds), C02, and moisture, which turns to mold, all of which can compromise respiratory health. I ran across an EPA statistic years ago that said indoor air quality is two to five times more polluted than outdoor air.
Home may be where the heart is, but it’s an awful place for the lungs.
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