Today we have it pretty darn good. I enjoy air conditioning in the summer and a cozy warm house in the winter. All I have to do it turn a dial and wah lah!
As Americans, even the lowest class can eat themselves into obesity. We are programmed to conserve energy until we go out for the next hunt-- In modern terms, that's a drive to a grocery store to push a cart full of calorie dense processed foods for a quarter mile.
We are over weight and out of shape as a society because we can be -- and still survive. Why walk somewhere when you can drive? Why get up when you can grab and bag of chips and lay on the couch?
This brings me to the point of the "Hunger Ride".
Our ancestors had natural stresses in their lives to deal with in order to survive. In modern times we do not have that privilege - but - we are still programmed to adapt to stress and I believe it's part of something NEEDED to be fulfilled.
That was the case today. I didn't even realize what was going on until 20 miles into my windy, dreary, wet, and cold ride. I looked down and my Garmin edge 810 let me know it was 34.5 degrees. The wind was gusting to near 20 mph and always seemed to be pointed in my direction. The rain was falling from the sky and the road was slick.
I was stressing my body and mind and It full filled needs that I don't fully understand.
The need to test myself.
To stress myself.
Over the last 3 years I have changed my own lifestyle and reprogrammed my mind to need to ride my bike as much as I need to eat or breath.
When I don't ride for a few days or cut back on my training hours - I grow hungry - as if I skipped a meal - then I FEAST... The pedals turn effortlessly and I can ride in almost any condition with a smile.
Today I was having a blast. Rolling up and over hills. Splashing through puddles. Enjoying the odd looks people were giving me from their warm cars. I couldn't help but to think how they felt sorry for me -- Cycling in such weather. "Crazed Fool"
I was satisfied and enjoying my best ride all year.