man it was hot today. At least 93 with 86% humidity, one sign said 97. Garage was extra awful because I spent a lot of time in my office and the air conditioner in my office blows its hot air into the garage. It’s fine but I may look into like an electrolyte drink or something. I sweat a lot.
here’s a fun army story. There I was, airborne school in Ft. Benning Georgia, about exactly 11 years ago. Had just completed 15 weeks of basic training/advanced infantry training. Of course it’s hot because it’s Georgia in late June. There were like a few chilly mornings in March but mostly just brutal awfulness because in Army basic training, at least for the infantry*:
1) you spend most of the day outside
2) you are doing strenuous things
3) you are almost always wearing more clothing/equipment than normal people wear brb it’s 90 F going outside in long pants, buttoned shirt, t-shirt, long socks, boots, hat, & various bullshit hanging from a pistol belt; just gonna practice running with a rifle and throwing myself at the ground.
but anyway i gotta give the drill sergeants credit: We had no heat casualties in our platoon, and like one in the whole company.
When I went to airborne school, half the people were from “sand hill” aka Fort Benning infantry basic training aka me and my whole company (except for a handful of misguided individuals who quit immediately so they could get a pass to go home and see their fat girlfriends. hint if she loved you she would have 1) visited you that weekend since we had a 48 hour pass after graduation and checking in and 2) not wanted you to be a filthy leg) The other half the folks were officers who had just finished ROTC or whatever; NCOs who were transferring to an airborne unit; or weirdos who, instead of a fat re-enlistment bonus, had wanted to go to a fun camp and jump out of airplanes and get a badge***
The first day of training, the airborne sergeants made everyone who had been a previous heat casualty wear a red ribbon around their ankle. This is so they could keep an eye on you since if you have one you’re more susceptible to another. Then they started making people who looked out of shape, pale, and/or were stationed in northern climes wear one too.
Suddenly I was horrified to see the sergeant pointing at me. There was no way I was going to wear a goddam red ribbon on my ankle. The shame and humiliation! (i was very tan but dripping with sweat; what – it was 95 and we were wearing fucking BDUs and helmets and had run from the barracks, also maybe we spent the entire weekend drinking.)
Sergeant Airborne: Take it! You’re all sweaty.
Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh… (pretty much the exact noise Rex or any kid makes when you tell him they have to change out of what they are wearing and put on, say, a shirt and tie)
My Battle Buddy Layton, the greatest battle buddy ever: Sergeant, it’s okay. Coach is from Sand Hill. We’ve been here since March. He’s always this sweaty. He’s totally acclimated and in really good shape.
Nilsson and other pals: It’s true sergeant! He’s a sweaty little bastard! He’ll be fine! etc etc.
Sergeant: Fine, whatever. It’s for your own good, specialist. I’ll keep an eye on you etc etc like all airborne school cadre I’m a douchebag, oh wait someone’s pocket’s unbuttoned, i’ll cya later…
Me (whispered): Thanks, man.
Layton (whispered): Don’t worry, Coach, I wasn’t gonna let them put a gay red ribbon on you.
*Combat Arms/mortarmen/cav scouts/etc and etc, whatever. you know who you are. If you spent most of your AIT in a classroom, or there were women with you, then no. yes, i knew some cooks who were bad mofos doing convoy security & such in Iraq. Yes I knew _one_ hardcore chick, she used to wear a bali so people would think she was a dude. What I’m complaining about is how my wife’s cousin was a fat Army wench and now my father-in-law and brother-in-law and wife are like “oh well your basic training couldn’t have been that tough, Janet did it.” And Marines always love to point out the out-of-shape pogue fobbits who push papers: “oNE MARINE EQUELLS tEN SOLGERS!1!” It’s fine I’m not saying that infantry OSUT was like goddam Ranger school, or an MTV-special dramatic life-changing event, or even particularly challenging for a typical able-bodied male, just that a) it was harder than SIX WEEK LONG air force basic training b) harder than the nine weeks of army basic training that various air conditioning technicians, pastry chefs, and overweight females attended. c) probably in roughly the same ball park as Marine boot camp** for males
**in 2004. Basic training of course used to be harder at any time in the past and will be easier at any point in the future; if you are a veteran you can confirm this by talking to an older/younger veteran and comparing stories.
*** there were also eight marines. They were all assholes and idiots. I’m not saying that all marines are assholes and idiots. Just that 95% of them are at least one or the other.
Squat: 45×4, 135×3, 225×2, 315,355×1 nb/ns
Bench: 45x9p, 135×4, 225×3, 290×1
time: 20 min
Squat: 45×5, 135×4, 225×3, 315×2, 365×1 nb/ns, 385,405,415,425×1
Bench: 45x9p, 135×4, 225×3, 315,335,345×1
Sumo: 135×3, +mini 135×2, 225,255,265,275x1
felt longer cause of the heat, didn’t achieve much but overall i felt good about the day. Been reading that Matt Perryman book and I take back half of what I said about the guy already. it’s pretty good stuff.