Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Cycling in London's air
I was pretty aghast - cycling has been part of my life for so long now, since a Bob Crow tube strike on the district line one summer started me riding in from Richmond - that it was almost out of set for me as a possible cause of illness. I suddenly felt a bit like a smoker sitting in the surgery complaining about their cough while taking a drag. My GP went on say that he couldn't establish a direct causal link but it was worth factoring in. I had acute asthma as a child, but grew out of it at puberty as one tends to do and it didn't manifest like this - a cough and subtly lower energy levels. I wore a mask when I started in the 1990 s (an early Respro I think) but like most people gave it up after a while.
So now I am on a Clenil brown inhaler and the difference is colossal. My benchmark daily ride on a 30kg Nihola with an increasingly heavy 3yo uphill for three miles is now maybe 30% easier than before, in a higher gear and not out of breath. This and other radically improved benchmark rides I can practically do in my sleep suggest the asthma has been around for many years. There is also a sudden return in energy, the lack of which I had put down to parental lack of sleep and age. Of course it could be the mild steroids in the inhaler but I am some way short of Lance Armstrong levels.
The joys of London air.