Climate Change is Great For People Who Like to Exercise All Year Round

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ing out and sucking in some fresh-ish air. It’s January in northeast Ohio and there’s still no snow. Lake Erie hasn’t even thought about freezing over. I’m surprised people aren’t swimming in it — who knows, they probably are.Because people who like to exercise outside are insane.I’ve learned my limits <a href="https://bevpotter.medium.com/the-california-family-that-died-hiking-in-the-sierra-national-forest-were-victims-of-a-common-human-4c32a09e31a">the hard way</a>. I like to bike, but my personal cut off is 60 degrees. Anything lower and my delicate bits — like my fingers and my ears and my entire face — experience pain, which I do not enjoy.I know that if I can just tough it out, I’ll warm up and enjoy the ride.But those first five minutes are hell, and I feel like anything you have to “tough out” shouldn’t be done unless it’s a medical procedure up

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on which your life depends.“Tough out” appendectomy — yes“Tough out” soothing ride through the countryside — no.And what’s with the people who rope their infants into their insanity?Closer to town, I saw a couple pelting down the sidewalk pushing one of those racing strollers — because you want your baby to be as streamlined as possible as you hurtle down a bumpy sidewalk.Drag coefficient is why more babies don’t enter marathons.The couple (requisite ponytail and all) pounded across the road and down the other side like a pair of panicked deer, shoving their kid in front of them as a windbreak.These people are clearly loving climate change. I hope everybody up to their ass in flood waters appreciates what a boon this is to the physically fit.I mean, not me. But other people.</article></body>

I mean, not me, but people. Crazy people.

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On my way in to the office this morning, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, sweatshirt, and winter coat, I passed somebody on a bicycle. Like, willingly.

He wasn’t some poor soul without a working automobile who had someplace to be or even some granola cruncher trying to lessen his carbon footprint.

He was in full Lance Armstrong mode. Stretchy pants, helmet, the tiny mirrors the size of postage stamps. The whole nine yards.

It’s 32 degrees outside.

But I understand the allure of getting out and sucking in some fresh-ish air. It’s January in northeast Ohio and there’s still no snow. Lake Erie hasn’t even thought about freezing over. I’m surprised people aren’t swimming in it — who knows, they probably are.

Because people who like to exercise outside are insane.

I’ve learned my limits the hard way. I like to bike, but my personal cut off is 60 degrees. Anything lower and my delicate bits — like my fingers and my ears and my entire face — experience pain, which I do not enjoy.

I know that if I can just tough it out, I’ll warm up and enjoy the ride.

But those first five minutes are hell, and I feel like anything you have to “tough out” shouldn’t be done unless it’s a medical procedure upon which your life depends.

“Tough out” appendectomy — yes

“Tough out” soothing ride through the countryside — no.

And what’s with the people who rope their infants into their insanity?

Closer to town, I saw a couple pelting down the sidewalk pushing one of those racing strollers — because you want your baby to be as streamlined as possible as you hurtle down a bumpy sidewalk.

Drag coefficient is why more babies don’t enter marathons.

The couple (requisite ponytail and all) pounded across the road and down the other side like a pair of panicked deer, shoving their kid in front of them as a windbreak.

These people are clearly loving climate change. I hope everybody up to their ass in flood waters appreciates what a boon this is to the physically fit.

I mean, not me. But other people.

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I mean, not me, but people. Crazy people.