The toughest training yet !
Today has been hot and sunny, so I put on light rubber - underpants, thin trousers, socks, heavy trousers, and a shirt up to the neck. I added a wide tight belt and my boots, then of course my SBR mack and cap. Finally I put on my shiny plastic gloves.
This is quite comfortable gear for long period wear. I went first of all to a local coffee morning, where I had the usual comments, !Aren'y you hot in that gear?" I am regarded as mildly eccentric, but nobody sees more than that. They of course did not se my rubber under my mack except my trousers which show a few inches, more if I cross my legs so that the mack falls open.
It was getting hot in the car and I went on to a pub in the country where I have been before. By the time I arrived there I was really dripping - fortunately I had taken a towel to dry my face. I had a long discussion about rubber wearing with a well-informed man and showed what I had under my mack. They had up a picture of me I had sent after as previous visit, so I was clearly acceptable and interesting.
In the course of the afternoon I sat with a cup of coffee outside a cafe in a town in the full hot sun. I have never been so hot, but I stuck it out to a few comments from passers by. After walking around and various other visits I was really at maximum endurance. But I was still enjoying myself - I reckon that being tough enough to sweat in rubber gear is one thing, being able to do it for long periods is something else altogether that needs training, abd enjoying subject oneself to endurance training in public is yet another.
I have decided though I am not entitled to call myself a trained rubberist yet. That needs 24 hours in full gear with full-face mask and mouth zip closed, at a temperature of 25C (77F) with ten minute exercise sessions every hour. Plenty of water to drink would be essential. Ideally a female trainer would supervise and add discipline as appropriate.
A formal test of that kind is an objective I have set myself. Probably twelve hours first, and work up. The rowing machine for the exercise - not violent but hard work.
I also had a testing time at the beginning of the month for another club night. I geared up at home about midday, drove to my accommodation and had a rest. I went out to a pub for a snack and was approached and questioned by an interested and clearly tough business woman. She was not into rubber, but spent some time dissecting my personality. An interesting and stimulating conversation - I enjoy discussing my fetish.
I wore my full-face hood at the club from 9.30 to 1, and at midnight put on my mack for extra heat. I was disciplined I am glad to say, and I could have taken more. I went back to my accommodation and slept in my full gear with open-faced hood, and drove home arriving about midday after 24 hours in full gear. Again I was tired and did not feel like rubbering up for several days.
I think I am getting definitely tougher. Certainly I am much more confident in public, whether I am wearing just my boot, mack, gloves and cap locaslly over vanilla black sweatchirt and chinos, or in full gear (except of course for the full-face hood) elsewhere. I do not wear a hood locally except to the local where my habits are cheerfully accepted.
Physical endurance is definitely improving. Walking in hot rubber is I am sure good general exercise. I suppose for an obese person it is like that all the time, carrying an extra weight and getting hot very easily. the difference is that rubber does not keep you warm in winter. I plan to acquire a wetsuit for winter heat insulation on land. And I am having great fun, but to the detriment of my chores.
If I can chlorinate my sleep sack which at the moment is very difficult to get into and move inside, I shall sleep in it more, perhaps with gear or perhaps raw. There is a temptation to get right inside and leave just a section of the zip (which has inside pulls as well as outside) open for air, but I think that is dangerous. I shall have to have my head out wearing a hood, open-faced. A gasmask with air tube supplied by a pump would be a possibility but the dangers of oxygen shortage building up are considerable. Being a tough rubberist is one thing and being stupidly reckless is another. There is a danger always of being hyped up so much as to lose judgement.
So that is my story so far.
This blog is very much an account of my personal experiences - not much psychology or philosophy. I hope you enjoy it all the same.
A comment asked what it was like being in full rubber, and i hope to answer that one in a new instalment.
It is time I stripped off my light rubber and got into my twin heavy layers with hoods, thin gloves secured between the layers, and long heavy gauntlets. 3/4 mile walk to the local will then do me good.
Rubberist Blackie.
This is quite comfortable gear for long period wear. I went first of all to a local coffee morning, where I had the usual comments, !Aren'y you hot in that gear?" I am regarded as mildly eccentric, but nobody sees more than that. They of course did not se my rubber under my mack except my trousers which show a few inches, more if I cross my legs so that the mack falls open.
It was getting hot in the car and I went on to a pub in the country where I have been before. By the time I arrived there I was really dripping - fortunately I had taken a towel to dry my face. I had a long discussion about rubber wearing with a well-informed man and showed what I had under my mack. They had up a picture of me I had sent after as previous visit, so I was clearly acceptable and interesting.
In the course of the afternoon I sat with a cup of coffee outside a cafe in a town in the full hot sun. I have never been so hot, but I stuck it out to a few comments from passers by. After walking around and various other visits I was really at maximum endurance. But I was still enjoying myself - I reckon that being tough enough to sweat in rubber gear is one thing, being able to do it for long periods is something else altogether that needs training, abd enjoying subject oneself to endurance training in public is yet another.
I have decided though I am not entitled to call myself a trained rubberist yet. That needs 24 hours in full gear with full-face mask and mouth zip closed, at a temperature of 25C (77F) with ten minute exercise sessions every hour. Plenty of water to drink would be essential. Ideally a female trainer would supervise and add discipline as appropriate.
A formal test of that kind is an objective I have set myself. Probably twelve hours first, and work up. The rowing machine for the exercise - not violent but hard work.
I also had a testing time at the beginning of the month for another club night. I geared up at home about midday, drove to my accommodation and had a rest. I went out to a pub for a snack and was approached and questioned by an interested and clearly tough business woman. She was not into rubber, but spent some time dissecting my personality. An interesting and stimulating conversation - I enjoy discussing my fetish.
I wore my full-face hood at the club from 9.30 to 1, and at midnight put on my mack for extra heat. I was disciplined I am glad to say, and I could have taken more. I went back to my accommodation and slept in my full gear with open-faced hood, and drove home arriving about midday after 24 hours in full gear. Again I was tired and did not feel like rubbering up for several days.
I think I am getting definitely tougher. Certainly I am much more confident in public, whether I am wearing just my boot, mack, gloves and cap locaslly over vanilla black sweatchirt and chinos, or in full gear (except of course for the full-face hood) elsewhere. I do not wear a hood locally except to the local where my habits are cheerfully accepted.
Physical endurance is definitely improving. Walking in hot rubber is I am sure good general exercise. I suppose for an obese person it is like that all the time, carrying an extra weight and getting hot very easily. the difference is that rubber does not keep you warm in winter. I plan to acquire a wetsuit for winter heat insulation on land. And I am having great fun, but to the detriment of my chores.
If I can chlorinate my sleep sack which at the moment is very difficult to get into and move inside, I shall sleep in it more, perhaps with gear or perhaps raw. There is a temptation to get right inside and leave just a section of the zip (which has inside pulls as well as outside) open for air, but I think that is dangerous. I shall have to have my head out wearing a hood, open-faced. A gasmask with air tube supplied by a pump would be a possibility but the dangers of oxygen shortage building up are considerable. Being a tough rubberist is one thing and being stupidly reckless is another. There is a danger always of being hyped up so much as to lose judgement.
So that is my story so far.
This blog is very much an account of my personal experiences - not much psychology or philosophy. I hope you enjoy it all the same.
A comment asked what it was like being in full rubber, and i hope to answer that one in a new instalment.
It is time I stripped off my light rubber and got into my twin heavy layers with hoods, thin gloves secured between the layers, and long heavy gauntlets. 3/4 mile walk to the local will then do me good.
Rubberist Blackie.
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