So, last week a co-worker had a sudden-onset cardiac arrest while bunkering on his barge. I was home at the time, but I got a call from one of my shipmates who was deeply upset. The gentleman in question was someone I knew by name and face, but hadn't really spoken to, but my watch partner knew him well. Poor guy pulled an Elvis, lost the number of his mess on the seat of ease.
At any rate, I've been losing weight steadily for the past few months, and this gave me the incentive to double down on my exercise routine. I'm ashamed to say that I am damn sore from simply using 20 and 40lb dumbbells and doing pushups, along with an hour's walk every watch.
It's just as boring as I remember, but as the weight comes down, my tolerance to heat increases, too, which bodes well for me at work and at home. We had a 2-day heat-wave here in NY this week. It was 92 on deck, and I spent much of the day outside and dealt with it ok. Mildly toasted by the sun is all.
No no, no drugs for sale here
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“Mildly toasted” is not something us Irish whities do- burnt, is all, to varying degrees.
Amirite?
I lost 80 pounds a little over 2 years ago, and it seems that my perception of temperature is down by 5-10 degrees. That's nice in the summer outside, but it can feel silly when I've got a hoodie on at my desk in July.
But it's worth it.
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