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Why It's Easy to Do What's Wrong

we default to what's easy
❝Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.❞ -Will Rogers

I feel pretty good as we climb the hill to the rest area. My wife and I are riding in an organized bike ride called the Tour de Pepin. We're biking 72 miles around Lake Pepin - a lake on the Mississippi River between Minnesota and Wisconsin. They have rest areas set up for us about every 10 miles. This allows us to refill our water and get some calories. I’m pretty happy, considering we're 40 miles in. In other years I've been quite cranky at this point, so I'm excited that I'm feeling so good. We only have one steep hill left to climb. After that, it's relatively flat for the rest of the ride.


15 miles later, we're in Red Wing, Minnesota resting a little bit, getting a snack, and refilling our water. At this point, the wind should be mostly at our back, and it's mostly a straight shot back to the finish line. If I wasn't confident before, I'm really confident now that I will make it back with no problems. We finish our snacks and hit the road for the final stretch.


Unfortunately, it's unusually hot today. I don't have a thermometer with me, but it's a good bet that it's close to 95 degrees, and we've lost our shade. As we pedal down the road, we can definitely feel that the sun is quickly draining our energy. 10 miles later, we approach the final rest area. I don't feel as great as I did at mile 40, but I still have some gas left in the tank. There are only about 6 miles left to go. Therefore, when my wife asks me if we should stop at the rest area, I tell her there's no need. Let's just hurry up and finish.


Two miles after that rest area, my water is as hot as tea, my feet are killing me, my shoulders hurt, my back is sore, I can't control my breathing, I'm sweating uncontrollably, and I can't seem to get my heart rate to slow. I realize it's going to be a long 4 miles.


We finally finish, but I'm in bad shape. We don't even go to the after-party; we go straight to our car. I immediately drink a liter of water, but it's not enough - I'm still thirsty. I wasn't having a direct conversation with my body, but it feels like my body was on strike.


Eventually, we go back to the post-race party and watch some live music, and I reflect back on how poor my decision was to skip that last rest area. Logically there's no scenario where it makes sense to skip it, but in the heat of the moment, to me, it made perfect sense.


My wife and I didn't have a clear plan to stop at every rest area. Had we decided ahead of time, we wouldn't have had to make the decision with clouded judgment.


WE ARE LAZY


We are lazy. That's hardwired into us. We will do whatever we need to do by expending the least amount of energy. Thousands of years ago, the people who wasted energy didn't survive to become our ancestors. Conserving resources for when we absolutely need them is a survival mechanism.