A social media friend does a class called MELT in the UK. I knew she used foam rollers but that was about it. So I did what everyone does these days and Googled it.
Apparently it’s a self-massage treatment that is designed to increase fluid flow through the fascia and reduce pain and tension. And apparently it’s available in several countries and there are courses available on line.
Cool. What’s not cool is our current weather. I am melting in this heat and won’t be exploring MELT until things cool off. In fact, this is a very good time to have a rest day or two. And hydrate.
Eating ice cream totally counts towards hydration!
Sunday was World Car-Free Day. The day before, there was a joyful critical mass ride and a climate change march. The biggest Kidical Mass Ride of 2024 in Ottawa will take place on Saturday. Cities for Everyone has free seminars coming up on The Power of the Commons and Towards Playable Cities.
These things are not unrelated and this article connects some of those dots. Here are a few of the highlights I took from it:
A fight for free, accessible public swimming pools, air-conditioned libraries, free museums, and community centers—can provide important heat relief and create places of fun connection for community members.
More free time can be a climate strategy. Lowering working hours (with living wages, of course) will give people more time to engage in a whole range of affordable activities—playing sports, gardening, hiking on public lands, or (importantly) organizing their community. There is also ample research that shows that a shorter workweek could limit carbon emissions, while also allowing people to live more fulfilled and balanced lives.
Connecting with nature and being outside has a proven positive impact on people’s well-being, but it needs to be accessible to everyone, not just those with cars or other expensive means of transportation.
Decarbonizing is not just a question of surviving climate change. It’s a question of creating policy to change our culture, and vice versa—the feedback loop we need to build a world we can all enjoy.
Three women in dresses jump in a wooded park. Photo: freepik
It’s not just the humidity. It’s the heat. Olympic athletes and officials are trying everything, including the garden hose, to deal with the oppressive and harmful Paris temperatures. Not that this is a surprise to anyone. In case you missed it, here’s my previous post about heat and the Paris Olympics : The Paris Olympics: a hot and inequitable playing field
Right now, athletes are wearing ice vests and taking ice baths, spectators are standing under water misting stations, and all competitors are taking extra water breaks. And not just the humans. Horses participating in the equestrian events are at risk.
Horses are being monitored using thermal imaging technology to detect and prevent overheating, with strategically placed shade tents, misting fans and mobile cooling units also scattered around the Palace of Versailles.
A horse being cooled with misters and fans near Versailles. Photo from Equestrian Life.
Heat-related risk and illness during the Olympics is nothing new. The Japan Olympic athletics battled similar heat problems. And in many cases, the heat won. Below are excerpts from a 2022 article published about medical services provided during the 2020 Olympic marathon and race walking events in Sapporo, Japan.
The 2020 Summer Olympics in Tokyo… led the organizing committee to relocate the race walk and marathon competitions to Sapporo, which was predicted to experience much milder heat. Nonetheless, during the Games, Sapporo recorded the highest daytime ambient temperature in the past 97 years, with consecutive days over 30°C from July 22nd to August 7th, 2021.
Five events (men’s and women’s 20 km race walk, men’s 50 km race walk, women’s and men’s marathon) were held in Sapporo from August 5th to August 8th, 2021. The percentage of athletes who did not finish (DNF) in each event was
8.8% in men’s 20 km race walk
20.3% in men’s 50 km race walk
8.6% in women’s 20 km race walk
17.1% in women’s marathon
28.3% in men’s marathon
A total of fifty athletes were transferred to the athlete medical station: 28 athletes completed the race (i.e., collapsed after finish line), while 24 were DNF athletes transported from the course. Forty-eight (96%) of athletes who were admitted to the athlete medical station exhibited signs and symptoms of exertional heat illness.
Even though the 2020 Olympic organizers moved some events to what was historically a cooler locale, we can see in this graph below how past temperature averages don’t guarantee future ones.
The blue dotted curve shows Sapporo’s historical average temps, which are 5–10 degrees C lower than the race days.
As we see above, the actual Sapporo race day temps were not only higher than the historical average for that venue, some of them were higher than Tokyo averages. As much as officials try to plan, the heat sometimes comes out ahead.
What to do about this? By “this” we could mean:
responding to global climate change
scheduling future viable Olympic competitions
engaging in non-harmful outdoor physical activity in summer
keeping our cool amidst all this weather uncertainty
We are all looking for answers to all of these questions. In Paris, they’re doing the best they can to support the athletes, officials and spectators. It’s not looking like it’s enough, though.
Readers, do you have any views about future Olympics? Should they be moved to spring or fall? Traditionally cooler locations? Should we reconfigure them in new ways (e.g. divide them up according to outside vs. inside sports)? I’d love to hear your ideas.
Belated happy Earth Day. I wish I were actually happier about it. Instead, I have come to realize that I am a bundle of climate anxiety.
I used to love to travel and all my bucket list items included exotic locations. Now, I struggle to convince myself it’s okay to drive to the cottage property I own.
I am looking at e-bike options that have the battery power to get me there, and solar panel set-ups so I can recharge batteries to get home again. Right now I’m torn between the Tern GSD (cute and very useful in the city but shorter range) and the Tern Orox (designed for camping adventures, but still requiring a battery boost to get home, and maybe too big to fit into my storage area with all the other bikes).
On top, a Blue Tern GD e-cargo bike with a passenger seat on the back. Below two adults ride Tern Orox e-bikes through the woods. One is loaded with gear, while the other has a child on the back.
I have even debated whether I could use my acoustic bike to get there. 95 km and steep hills strongly suggests “no”.
Once I arrive at the property, will I be able to cook, or will we be under a burn ban or at wildfire smoke advisory again? I have a small camp stove for emergencies, but normally I cook over an open fire, so I’m weighing the merits of various solar cookers.
If I spend a lot of time at the cottage, who will take care of my gardens? I have two small community garden plots, plus my front yard which is mostly given over to herbs, plants that attract pollinators and whatever I can grow in large planters on the walkway, and some fruit bushes and a small bed with asparagus and onions in the back yard.
Gardening and eating local is partly how I manage my anxiety. I’m forced to eat seasonal foods and almost nothing comes wrapped in plastic. I’m not quite full-on vegetarian yet, but I’m getting there because I hate buying plastic-wrapped meat in plastic trays, and because of the greenhouse gas impacts of meat vs beans.
Fortunately, almost everything survives heat and drought fairly well. Unfortunately, I’m not a very good gardener, so aside from green beans and garlic, there is no way I could feed myself for more than a few meals each year.
Other ways to cope? Buying less, buying used, plogging, using the 2Good2Go app and volunteering with Hidden Harvest Ottawa to rescue food that would otherwise go to waste. And volunteering with Bike Ottawa to advocate for safe active transit infrastructure. Somehow that has morphed into supporting denser, walkable mixed-use communities and improved public transit, as well. All those things will help reduce carbon emissions x eventually.
Will it be enough? Not on its own, but at least it keeps me busy and keeps the climate anxiety from morphing into full-on existential dread. I hope.
Diane and other volunteers at the Bike Ottawa display for an Earth Day event in Ottawa.
But the next day at the gym, Sarah spotted the tick on my arm. It was hard to finish the workout so we could get home and remove it properly with tick tweezers.
There was a rash around it, so I went to the pharmacy to see what to do. The pharmacist recommended seeing my doctor who got me in the next day. She examined the bite to make sure no bits of the tick remained. I got a prescription for a one day prophylactic dose of antibiotics, and I promised to get back in touch if I had any symptoms. If I do, there is a three week course of antibiotics in my future.
Because of course it’s not ticks that are the problem. It’s that they transmit Lyme disease, which can be very serious.
What to do about preventing tick bites?
Tuck your pants into your socks, wear white or light colors so you can better see ticks, avoid hiking in tick zones.
Also, mostly all the places I live and travel are now in the tick zone, where there is a higher than usual risk of contracting Lyme disease through tick bites.
Public Health Ontario Lyme Disease Risk Map
For sure, you should invest in a pair of tick tweezers and keep them with you. They’re different than regular tweezers and better for getting all of the tick out.
You should also regularly check yourself for ticks if you’ve been out in the woods.
Stock photo from WordPress, two hikers, one examining the other’s leg to check for ticks, presumably
Lyme disease is pretty serious. I remember reading this account of Shania Twain’s twenty year battle with it.
“As it turns out, the chance of catching Lyme disease from an individual tick ranges from zero to roughly 50 percent, according to Mather. The exact probability depends on three factors: the tick species, where it came from and how long the tick was feeding.”
Around here, they’re almost all black legged ticks, and I think about half are carrying Lyme disease. But if the tick isn’t in you for very long, the risk is still pretty low. Overall, it’s about 5%.
For me, this means I’ll keep hiking in the woods but I’ll also keep a sharp eye out for ticks.
I honestly didn’t know what other title to give this post, and I’m also not quite sure where it’s going (nowhere, is probably where).
Over here in Europe, we’ve got our eyes turned eastward in horror. We pack boxes of baby items, nappies, cereal, fruit purée pouches, and face masks, and send them off in a lorry in the hopes they will reach the desperate people who need them. We wonder whether we should start stocking up on non-perishable goods and have a survival backpack ready to go just in case. At work lunches, we talk about whether we should be ready to flee to a different country, and if so, which one (Canada comes up a lot). And we try to guess whether Putin will stop in Ukraine, and what will happen if a Russian soldier so much as puts one little toe over the border of a NATO country. We wonder if, in the face of a never-ending pandemic, global warming, and war just one country over, bringing a child into this world was really the right thing to do.
Thinking about fitness, or doing fitnessy things, doesn’t come easy these days. It feels shallow to care about whether I will achieve 222 in 2022 (probably not). I catch myself thinking, “what if war happens and we have to survive outside or flee on foot, and I’m as unfit as I am right now?” But at the same time, when I can get myself to move, it helps. It distracts me, it gets me out into the sunshine (finally, a hint of spring!), it gets me away from the onslaught of horrible news coming at us from all angles right now. An hour in the pool makes me feel invigorated. A short Yoga with Adriene session makes my body feel less stiff. And a long walk in the sun with friends makes me feel more optimistic.
And then our very own Sam shares an article on Facebook entitled “What to do when the World is ending”, and I realise that, as hard as it seems right now, and as much as I want to curl up in a dark corner, close my eyes and stick my fingers in my ears, I will continue trying to take agency and working to build a good life amidst all this chaos. Thanks for sharing that article, Sam, it was exactly what I needed the other day.
Here on Fit is a Feminist Issue, we’re big cyclists – that’s hardly news. But lately we’ve been having a moment of connecting our cycling to issues of disability and access (Sam, Natalie), social and political justice (Susan), and personal resilience and grit in the face of unfathomable challenges (Cate).
My last post in this space talked about the reasons I cycle. While that post was comprehensive, I realized not long after it was published (and, honestly, thanks to Susan’s brilliant post on sweeping and the public good) that I had missed out a key – really key – reason I ride. And it’s a reason that deserves its own post.
Here it is:
I ride to keep myself grounded and in touch with our planet earth, the other humans on it, and the things we are doing to it every day.
I ride in order to know my own body and its connections to that earth.
I ride as much as I can in order not to drive quite as much as I have been driving.
[Let me note here that I drive a lot. I commute 125km to my job, twice a week, and at least 40% of that commute, still, is driving. I’m not anti-car; I think modest driving in the right vehicles will be part of a sustainable future. But I’m hyper-aware that our planet cannot survive if everyone’s lives look like mine, right now. And I’m striving to change that. Stay tuned for an upcoming post about my new folding bicycle and its role in my commute-in-progress.]
What do I mean that riding keeps me grounded, connected? Let me unpack this a bit.
A wooden boardwalk runs toward a marshland, surrounded by green wild grasses and trees. This is my home, in Cootes Paradise. Photo by the Royal Botanical Gardens, Hamilton.
The first thing any cyclist will tell you is that, when you ride on roads that were built for cars, with a tiny slice of sidewalk attached aimed at pedestrians, you become instantly aware that you are an interloper. You’re in a space that was not designed with your needs in mind, and one that often works actively against your safety. If there’s no bike lane, take your chances with the cars in the curb lane. Or hop onto the sidewalk a bit, being super-mindful of walkers. (I did this last week in the eastern suburbs of Toronto, and it was humbling – there was just no place anywhere on the paved street for me. IN TORONTO! IN 2019!) If there is a bike lane, well that’s lovely, but let’s face it. In many places, still, the bike lane is an afterthought, a political tack-on. It’s painted green or blue. It *may* be *somewhat* separated from traffic. And it’s in the gutter, so cyclists are the first to get whacked by cracked, broken pavement. Plus it’s about as wide as a road bike plus rider – not exactly your average cyclist.
A busy city street with lanes of traffic interrupted by a painted bicycle lane. It looks very pretty and promising but does nothing to protect cyclists from the dangers cars pose to them physically.
Cycling in such spaces, you learn quickly that it’s your job to be aware of everyone around you. To take everyone else’s needs into account, and to guess their potential actions too. This is perhaps more onerous than it needs to be, but I also think it’s a good thing.
Imagine our world if EVERYONE on the road felt like the road needed to be adequately shared, and EVERYONE on the road (or the sidewalk) paid attention to the potential needs of the different users around them. Imagine that. It would be a world in which compassion and recognition, rather than antagonism and hate, were the default settings.
So riding in town can be a challenge – and we know well that it’s a challenge that keeps a lot of people off two wheels, to everyone’s detriment. But what about other places? I mean, road cyclists ride in crazy rugged and isolated places, yes? (Newfoundland, you are amazing.)
For me, riding outside the city is when I feel most connected to, and aware of, space. My home terrain is a deep valley, connected to a looming escarpment (also Susan’s terrain – we are on opposite sides of the same escarpment), and atop that escarpment is exceptional, lush farmland. When I ride through these precious landscapes I feel in my body, ricocheting up from the road through my wheels and saddle, the rich beauty of my and my neighbours’ shared home.
A view from atop the Niagara Escarpment, which Susan and I share as our home. Here, sharp limestone cliff walls boast rich greenery, cascading down into miles of trees under a blue sky.
Some of this land (much, in fact – we’re lucky here) is heritage-protected; we’re part of a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve and also the Ontario government’s “green belt”. And some of it is not. Though note: ALL of this land is the ancestral home of Indigenous peoples who were displaced or worse by European colonial enterprises. Our shared home is part of the Dish With One Spoon Wampum region; more on this at the end of this post.)
One of the things I notice when I ride in these gorgeous spaces is change over time: that suburb is really growing; that farm is no longer in operation; this pavement is breaking apart rapidly, the product of unusual freeze-and-thaw patterns that accompany global climate change. I notice land loss, change of land use, and the changing ecosystem. I also get the opportunity to revel in the stunning landscape we still enjoy, though for how much longer I’m not really sure.
Imagine if everyone who lived in the greater Toronto and Hamilton area, the “golden horseshoe” that is home to the densest population in Canada, had the chance to see their community from two wheels, at a modest speed-per-hour. Had the chance to experience the tourist draw that is Tew’s Falls, not by driving into the area and fighting for parking, but by riding the bare 10km up from Hamilton’s downtown core and witnessing the landscape and its needs alongside the waterfall wow factor.
Tew’s is a wow of a waterfall, no question. Parallel lines of rushing water cascade into a limestone bowl under autumn leaves. Most people drive to Tew’s to enjoy it, but it’s super close to thousands of homes and easily ridable from across Hamilton.
Imagine how much more we would all know, feel, think about what we stand to lose here.
Finally, to ride is to know what a threat cyclists seem to be to car drivers – and what that tells us about how much needs to change.
Think about this for a minute.
Share the road: a car, bike, and tractor can all do it together safely!
Me, a woman aged 45 bearing 175lb of fat, muscle, flesh and bone, and riding a 15lb carbon road bike, is apparently an epic threat to that guy in his F-150. That family in their Dodge Caravan. Those two joyriding teenagers who literally almost took me out when they intentionally grazed me speeding up Jerseyville Road, then laughed their mean-ass asses off.
Something about me makes all these motorists MAD AS HELL. Mad enough to not see me – to not see me as a person. Mad enough to want to risk hurting me in order to get the vitriol out, right out.
I can’t tell you how much abuse I’ve taken – ask any cyclist and hear the same. Usually I get the abuse not for doing much; mostly, just for being on the road, taking up space. Sometimes I do a thing that’s not 100% kosher – rolling through a four-way stop when I’m the first person to reach it, say, or not obeying a traffic signal at a three-way intersection, because rolling through along the curb side seems like it will be safe and fine. I’m happy to admit these are law-breaking activities and that technically I am at fault. But the rage that comes at me! That’s not anger at injustice, nowhere in proportion.
That’s rage derived from entitlement, rage bursting forth from shame.
I’m the last person on earth to lecture anyone about having an unhealthily passionate attachment to their vehicle and their right for that vehicle to occupy the road unimpeded. For years I drove an ancient BMW 535 that my dad gave me; I named it, repaired it at all costs, finally sold it reluctantly. It was a friend to me.
But cycling taught me that relationship was an unhealthy one. When I was in that lovely car the world whizzed by; cyclists jamming the curb were a pain. I didn’t stop to see, smell, think or feel about the world at modest kilometres-per-hour. I just wanted A to B. I just wanted this 4500lb of metal and engineering to somehow stand for me, prove something about myself to the world.
On the left, my former car, a 1987 BMW 535is, one of only 1000 ever produced. On the right, Freddie, my Cervelo R2 road bike. Both are pretty. I love them both. Only one is the future.
We live in a community of human beings, animals, plant life, and micro-organisms that is under grave threat right now. We also just live in a community. How can we be kinder and more compassionate toward one another? Getting on a bike is a great way to find out.
As I noted earlier, I am lucky to live in a beautiful ecosystem that is part of the Indigenous territory covered by the Dish With One Spoon Wampum: that’s a historical agreement that simply says, when you come here to this beautiful place, we all eat with the same spoon. Take what you need but not too much and please, please share. Be mindful of others all the time; we are all in this together.
It’s been too darn hot. Not here in New England– we finally got a break from the frigid polar vortex, but it’s still winter. I’m talking about Australia. They’ve been experiencing near-record high temperatures in Sydney, Melbourne, and other locations. From a CNN report on Jan. 7:
The mercury rose to 47.3 degrees Celsius, or 117.14 Fahrenheit, in the Sydney metropolitan area. The hottest temperature ever recorded in the area was 47.8 Celsius degrees (118.04 Fahrenheit) in 1939, the Bureau of Meteorology for the state of New South Wales (NSW) said.
This week in Melbourne, site of the Australian Open tennis tournament, temperatures reached 40C, or 104F. The reflected surface temperature of the court reached 69C, or 156F. Yes, you read that right. And yet players were required to complete their matches, or forfeit. French tennis player Alize Cornet (who famously beat Serena Williams at Wimbledon), said the players were being sent to the “abattoir” by being asked to play in such weather.” (from this article). Cornet was physically distressed by the heat during her match and had to return to the sidelines for medical attention. She said: “I kind of felt that I could faint at any moment. Playing in this condition is of course very dangerous for the health of the player.” (from this article).
Here’s another example of a pro player in distress during match, from the Sydney Morning Herald:
Earlier, 12-time grand slam winner Novak Djokovic and Frenchman Gael Monfils called for officials to take action in extreme heat, after playing out a treacherous match on Rod Laver Arena on Thursday.
Under tournament rules, the heat policy will only be applied when the ambient temperature exceeds 40 degrees and the humidity goes beyond a certain threshold.
Melbourne hit its top of 39 degrees halfway through Djokovic-Monfils second round match, with the court temperature edging towards an unthinkable 70 degrees.
“If we talk about rules, there’s a rule about index, a combination between then temperature and humidity … I’m not sure about that to be honest,” Djokovic said after his win.
“There are certain days where you have to as a tournament supervisor recognise that you might need to give players a few extra hours until (the temperature) comes down.
“People might say at this level you have to be as a professional tennis player fit … but I think there is a limit and there’s a level of tolerance between being fit and being in danger in terms of health.
“(Today) was right at the limit.”
Pro tennis player Gael Monfils, bent over, struggling with the heat during his Australian Open match.
Right at the limit– those are words athletes eagerly embrace. We push ourselves to get out there in all weather, at all times of day, often when we’re feeling tired or unwell or stressed. And we’re often rewarded for our efforts by the sheer physical pleasure of movement, and afterward the deep satisfaction of having moved our bodies. We play around with our limits, conserving energy some days, and leaving it all out on the road/in the water/on the field other days. This is part of what it means to be in love (at least for me) with physical activity.
But when tennis player Novak Djokovic said they were right at the limit, that was not what he meant. He’s talking about the weather. Climate change may (and according to this NY Times op-ed article, should) force some changes in how we approach sport and physical activity.
At the Tour Down Under pro bike race in South Australia, temperatures soared to 48C/118 F. And they didn’t cancel the stage. They did shorten one stage by 26km and moved up the start time by an hour to take advantage of oh-so-slightly cooler temperatures. You can read more about the riders’ responses here.
Lots of sports and physical activities are conducted outside. Yes, we can run on the track, row inside, and ride spin bikes. But being out in the wide world is a large part of the exhilaration of what we do. However, rising temperatures and more extreme and frequent storms are going to change how and when and maybe how often we do those things we do.
Over the past few years, I’ve noticed more frequent afternoon storms in summer. They are often pretty intense, with thunder, lightning, heavy rain, and minor flooding. None of this is conducive to a late-afternoon bike ride, much less a serious training program.
For those of us who aren’t professional athletes, we want to enjoy the seasons, especially the summer, by being outside and doing what we love. Climate change is going to require some adjustments, however. Sam has written about skin cancer and the need for sunscreen always. And we don’t mind sweating (even though I complain about it occasionally), but may have change our workout times. I may even have to embrace riding very early in the morning.
Readers, what sorts of changes do you make in your exercise/activity schedules to accommodate weather? Is climate change making you change what you do for movement, when you move, or how often you move?
