One day Mary was complaining about being hot and uncomfortable for no good reason. It was 75 degrees or so in the apartment, so it wasn’t excessively hot that day. She said: “If you had a 30 pound hot waterbottle attached, you’d be miserable too.”
Then she suggested: why don’t you give it a shot – fill your CamelBak with hot water and weights and put it on. I said fine. I filled the whole 3L water sack and put in another 12lbs in weights. The whole thing weighed about 18 lbs, and was bottom-heavy.
Mary was so amused by the whole venture, that she jotted down notes on my reaction:
5:45 PM - tommy puts on pack
6:00 - tommy starts complaining, gets pillows
6:10 - tommy starts butterflying legs, complains of crotch pressure
6:20 - tommy keeps shifting positions
6:30 - tommy lays down
6:40 - tommy takes it off
I will admit that it was legitimately and surprisingly uncomfortable. Unlike wearing the backpack on your back, the abdomen is not really designed to bear weight, and the pressure starts hurting fairly quickly.
Mary is watching me type this, and she says that watching me suffer put her in a much better mood that day.
I was also hot, though I think Mary is exaggerating, because if the weight was truly inside me, I would be able to sweat on top of it, and it wouldn’t be so hot.
Now Mary is ordering me to put the backpack back on, and I am declining.
Although I only wore it for 55 minutes, that was enough, since I was able to experience the discomfort. There was no need to continue the experiment and suffer needlessly.
Now she is saying that I should wear the backpack to sleep for a whole night.
I am declining.