Monday, 7 December 2015

Lifestyles of the rich and virtuous

In our prematurely declared meritocracy, where the rewards are supposed to go to those that deserve them rather than inherited through social status, it suits the successful to regard their success as a sign of their personal virtue rather than as the result of being given a loaded set of dice by the good fortune of being born in the right place at the right time.

It's entirely consistent to imagine that if the rich are personally responsible for their own success then the poor must be responsible for their own failure. They're poor because they haven't made the right decisions, I'm rich because I have.

Whilst on a moments reflection the self serving stupidity of this world view is obvious, the indications are that if even simple facts about the world don't fit in with our world view it's more likely that we'll ignore the facts rather than change the view. 

If you live in one of the world's major polluted cities, you have little choice but to breathe in the noxious air. If you haven't got access to safe drinking water then you have little choice but to drink what's available. But if you smoke, drink too much alcohol, eat too many burgers, drink too many cans of Coca Cola or take too little physical exercise then you clearly do have a choice. You can make the decision not to smoke, you can decide to walk to the shops rather than take the car. But this ignores the fact that our decisions take place within a broader context.

For example, there are many places in the United States where choosing to walk to the shops not only poses great practical difficulties (there's a freeway to somehow get across and the nearest mall is 5 miles away) but social barriers as well. To put this simply, when its a strong social norm to go everywhere by car, and walking is seen as a badge of poverty, it takes a tough, eccentric, person to make the decision to walk. 

The decisions we make depend on the context in which we find ourselves. The prevalence of lifestyle illnesses, such as those caused by excessive calorie consumption or inadequate levels of physical activity, change as the social or environmental context changes. For example, it's now well established that citizens in the UK had a much healthier, though undoubtedly more boring, diet during the second world war and the period of rationing that followed than they do now. Recent studies suggest that pedestrian friendly neighbourhoods have lower rates of heart disease. 

If levels of physical activity are seen as a purely personal choice, rather than one modulated by a social or environmental context, then it's easy for those who are active, who've joined the gym or the boot camp, to regard this as a badge of personal virtue. Hence the incessant sharing of who does what in the gym, who's been to which boot camp or who's cycled where and how fast on Strava. The barely disguised implication in all of these self promotional posts is "If I can do it, why can't you?" 

You could probably guess that I'm not a boot camp kind of guy. I'll go off for a bike ride or a walk in the hills simply because I like doing it. If there's ever a challenge it's usually just to go all the way there and come all the way back. I feel no need to have someone shouting at me to make me do it. But, each to their own. If people want to obsessively quantify what they do and then brag about it then it's probably better than if they didn't do it at all. But I would be interested to find out if these habits of exercise are maintained when there isn't an audience, or the audience gets bored and moves onto something else. 

My real problem with seeing lifestyle issues as all about personal choice, without regard to context, is that it fails to deal with the big problem of low levels of physical activity and poor diet within the population at large.

A little while ago a local councillor posted about her latest boot camp exploits. I commended her on her efforts but suggested that now that she was a politician it would be good if she took up the broader issue of physical inactivity within the population at large. In reply she said she was NOT A POLITICIAN ( her capitals). You might guess her political affiliations. 



Thursday, 3 December 2015

Frosty hollows

The climate in the UK is much milder than might simply be predicted from its latitude. Most places this far north are an awful lot colder. Of course, we owe this to the effects of the Gulf Stream, a current of warm water that arises in the Gulf of Mexico and then crosses the Atlantic bringing additional heat, and a whole load of moist air, along with it. This also affects the pattern of weather within the UK which splits roughly four ways with temperature decreasing as you go north and rainfall decreasing as you go east.

If, like us, you live by the sea, then the weather on the coast is often quite different from that inland. In particular, in the winter time, it often gets noticeably colder as you go inland and lose the protective effects of a relatively warm sea.

Last week I set out on an early morning bike ride with friends from the local bike club. Not a hefty training ride, just a couple of hours at a modest pace out into the surrounding countryside with a few chats along the way. It also happened to be my 61st birthday but I hadn't told anyone else in the group. 

Last year, on my 60th, I'd ended up doing a total of 60 miles. This year I'd set the more modest, and unannounced, target of 61 km. This ride was just going to be the start. 

November has been unusually mild this year and we set off inland with little thought of how conditions might change. I suppose that I should have been warned by the very thin ice I'd spotted in puddles near the bridge over the Scalby Cut at Mowthorpe (thanks to the internet anyone reading this can find out where this is) but we carried on through Hackness and up into Troutsdale. 



Looking down Troutsdale from the West

To get into the Dale itself there's a brief descent into Langdale and a crossing of the River Derwent. At this point the small group in front of me slowed a little and, not wanting to catch up too quickly, I briefly touched my brakes. It turned out that the road that I'd simply thought was damp was in fact covered with black ice, my front wheel went from under me, I landed heavily on my hip and elbow and found myself under the bike with a club mate sprawled alongside. He'd see me drop, made an evasive manoeuvre and been caught out by the same ice.

End result, a two for one ambulance ride into the local hospital. He'd broken his collar bone and left hospital the same day. I'd broken the head of my femur and escaped two days later, on crutches with a plate on the outside of the bone and a screw making sure that the two sides of the fracture stay put. (see the diagram for an intertrochanteric repair). I'll be on crutches for 3/4 weeks and it's strongly suggested that I don't ride a bike for 6. 

Lessons to be learned. 

1) Remember that cold air is denser than warm air and that valley bottoms can be frost pockets. In these sort of conditions assume that what merely looks damp is in fact ice

2) Live somewhere where the health service responds quickly, efficiently with care, compassion, no sense of blame and nobody ever mentions of how much it's all going to cost.

3) If in doubt stick to the coast.