This is how hot it was in the weight room today.
The weight room in the main gym on my base isn’t air conditioned, a symptom of it being a converted engine shop from many years ago. This isn’t too big of a deal, since if you leave the double doors propped open from the cardio area and crank the huge fan positioned conveniently nearby, it’ll usually cool off enough to not be too oppressive. But that wasn’t the case today. Some jackwagon closed the doors, so that by the time I sauntered in this evening, the 90° temps and 80% humidity outside had made the weight room a veritable sauna.
It didn’t keep me from lifting today, but it did take the edge off of whatever enthusiasm I might’ve had. It’s about expectations, I guess. I’m more than happy to go sweat it out on the farm, or the mountain bike, or a run when it’s much hotter. But I don’t walk into the weight room expecting to be covered in sweat just warming up. But no matter. Gotta get the work in, regardless of conditions.