Last night I went to a lecture at Harvard by Jenkins on the Tiktaalik. That's the name he gave to a fossil fish that had arm and leg type structures 375 million years ago. There's a lot in a name.
Central Governor is a boring name. I think about evolutionary biology in order to explain running. So to mitigate between my friends Joe and Tim let me tell you how I explain fatigue to the athletes I coach.
Our ancestors, human and before, had to move to live. But those who moved too hard and destroyed their bodies in the process to either get food or escape from being food or get a mate, died without reproducing. Just like appetite, if any ancestors had an appetite set lower than the amount of food necessary to survive, they would die before they could reproduce. Gone.
I imagine the survivors, us, have have a dialog in our bodies,like one between the bridge of the Starship and the engine room that says, "Yo, if you keep running after that food you will wreck, wreck the main thrusters and we will be dead in space." Then the engine room lies and says there is no more power. (on steamships you can only throw the decking into the furnace for just so long before the crew has no where to stand.)
So you conclude the food is not worth it. You live for another day.
Or if being chased the dialog goes, "You fool,you are gonna die if you keep running, so stop, stand and fight and you might have a chance! We'll load the photon torpedoes."
The same dialog occurs if you are fighting a co-specific or showing off to get a mate. There is no reproductive future in dying for love, lunch, or during escape.
We descended from such decisions.
But there is great value in getting closer to the edge than the other guy. Those who get closest to the edge more often win.
We run to eat, fight, or f*** and live to do it another day.
Those are much more interesting things to do than listen to some central governor drone on about heart rates, ions, and acids.
Tom