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Re: [PSUBS-MAILIST] life support method?
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From: <VBra676539@aol.com>
To: <personal_submersibles@psubs.org>
Sent: Friday, August 04, 2000 6:53 PM
Subject: Re: [PSUBS-MAILIST] life support method?
> Pat,
>
> "Affirmative on the 02/C02. Temperature changes your pressure, of course,
and I usually reset after a little while in the water. It's a sort of 'seat
of the pants' feeling. Not quite the by guess and by god reckoning you were
using. If you can do a blast and eardrum check and arrive alive, then the
barometer/temperature thing ought to be a piece of ... um, salad?"
Roger that! She's really only hot on the surface in the sun; temperature
change happens and stabilizes pretty quick once submerged. I'll just wait
till I'm down a couple minutes to tweak the gauges. Thanks for the
info...and for not mentioning you-know-what! ;-)
>
> "Keep trucking on the Challenge. Day 21 for me on Sunday, which is the
only day I'll let myself on the scales. And tweaked my back at the gym
yesterday doing barbell deadlifts!!! Ouch. Vance"
Yep, I know the feeling: favoring a sore shoulder myself these days. Was
using too much weight "looking for the outside of the envelope". Funny
thing: there aint no indicator that comes on with gently increasing warnings
telling us we're getting into trouble; I was just cruising along and ZAP!
Something popped. Fortunately, mine was only a minor strain, and I hope
yours is, too. Meanwhile, I'm substituting pulleys for bench-butterflies,
and approaching the weights with more respect.
I wasn't warming up before; I think that was part of my problem. Now I do a
little cardio before hand to get the blood pumping; and I take a hot shower
to warm the muscles before driving the irons: seems to help. Haven't had a
strain since I started doing that.
I plan to keep doing BFL from now on, but I'll tell you what: I'm dog-tired
of chicken breasts and canned tuna, and when I finish this darn
Challenge-thing, Lynn and I are going to take one weekend for ourselves, and
go out piggin' it! I'm talking about driving into Taco Bell and telling the
girl at the window "Yo Quero Heart Disease! Lay some of that good ol'
GREASE on me!"
After that, I'm going someplace else to have pizza smothered in
mixed-barbecue, garnished with bacon-cheeseburgers, and washed down with
Classic Coke! To top it off, I'm headed to the Hilo Hawaiian
all-you-can-eat buffet and try to bankrupt the house! And that's only the
plan for Friday night!
If I'm alive come Monday morning, I'll get back on the exercise wagon and
start living on "sensible food" again. But for two days, about one month
from now, I'm going to give all the way in to temptation, and feed my
cravings till they die from overeating! (What the heck!? A guy's gotta
have SOMETHING to look forward to!)
But now, I've got a date with the treadmill. Just made myself a note to
contact Phil's people about that life support system info, and then I guess
I'll start assembling the parts. Hope I can get it together in time; but
one way or the other, come September, we're diving the sub on the leeward
side of the island.
One thing about BFL: getting in and out of the hatch is a darn site easier
these days! ;-)
VBR,
Pat