A heat wave has hit New York. I'll try and describe the sensation of a heat wave.
Imagine waking up with humidity and 90 degree heat.
Rather, imagine lying in a pool of tepid water, with your clothes on, and taking breaths of stale, warm air.
That's what it's like to lie on your bed in the morning at 7am.
There's really no better motivation for not eating than excessive heat and oppressive humidity.
Monday: Stairmaster for 20 minutes. Luckily the gym is air-conditioned. Unluckily, the effect of a cold shower after a workout will not last for more than 10 minutes.
Tuesday: Yoga to the People - a donation-based studio that caters to the hip, broke crowd of deodorant-free students. I kept slipping off my mat from all the sweat dripping off my body.
Wednesday: Walking around the city, sweating my armpits off.
Thursday: Rest day. This means finding a cold, dark room and staying there for as long as possible. My mini-fridge was a quick alternative.
Friday: Wandering around The Met for 4 hours - cold, airy, and lots of marble. Perfect antidote for the weather.
Saturday: Cold, dark room search. Unsuccessful.
Sunday: Organizing a resident BBQ - 100 guests on the roof, two grills which I sweltered over for four hours, and three different fireworks display from our terrace view. It was like a day at the spa: healthy food, relaxing atmosphere, and a sauna.
This week: mission to find a pool.
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