What happened to the nice run around Central Park?
It was 105 degrees — as hot as a typical steam room — at Pure Yoga on the Upper East Side on a recent Saturday, but for the 16 women already perspiring through a series of plié squats in a ballet-based barre method workout, it wasn’t blistering enough.
“We’re turning it up to 110 degrees by popular demand,” the instructor, Kate Albarelli, 31, announced in the sort of cheerful tone that would usually signal a time to rest. The women looked as delighted as if she’d given them one.
The demand for ever-hotter exercise rooms is sufficient enough that Chad Clark, a former college wrestler turned Bikram yoga instructor in Scranton, Pa., has built an entire business turning studios tropical. He recently worked with a manufacturer to design a special heater that could maintain temperatures of up to 175 degrees.
Videos of Peters and the Swiss gal from 84, (I forgot her name, it was hyphenated), should be a required regular viewing for you and your partners in nuttiness.
And yes, that Nietzsche's quote is nonsense in many situations .
When I was in the Peace Corps in Nepal, it got up to 120 where I was stationed. Drinking the local wasn't easy, as it guaranteed you to get sick unless you filtered it or boiled it. Anyways, I ended up getting heat stroke, and the only reason I survived that day is I walked to another PCVs village nearby. It came on amazingly fast, going from feeling just a bit tired to a body temperature of 106 in what seemed like just a few minutes. Fortunately the Peace Corps had given us all a copy of Medicine for Mountaineering and we knew what to do.
My memories were quite fresh when that Swiss gal was collapsing in 1984 and I thought it was criminally irresponsible how they let her keep going.
I taught at Trinity in San Antonio for a few years. One spring I ran in the meet that they have, which has many fraternity guys competing. They had a three-mile and it was a bit on the warm side, being early May. At the start one pretty big guy takes off and by the end of the first lap I am pretty far behind him. The next lap he does not gain any more ground and then he slowly starts losing ground and I reeled him in, then I lapped him, then he was trying to finish and was weaving back and forth. I went out and put my arms on him and said, "OK, now you are disqualified so lie down and lets get him water and get his temperature down". One of the people in charge did not want to do it because they were afraid he would get a chill -- that was probably one of the biggest surprises of my life. How could someone in that position be that abysmally ignorant?