The excercise is essentially over. Yesterday, I had to get up to be at a practice for manning the rails, at 0900. My normal shop time is 1200. Then I messed up and set my alarm for PM not AM, and slept through it anyway. Whoops. Being late to work is a crime in the military, but my guys covered for me. Thanks, guys.

Then we took all of the aviator's body armor back down to our container in the upper vehicle deck. Basically, down two ladders, across two hundred yards of hanger deck, down a 30° ramp, and another hundred yards. It's long enough that multiple trips get annoying.

We had forty vests, and five people in the shop. The solution seemed obvious, so we put on eight vests each and waddled away. Someone took a photo, I'll try to get a copy. We looked like turtles, peeking out of our shells.

At the end of that evolution, it was still only 1020, and flight quarters wasn't starting until 1100. So I got a chance to go for a run on the flight deck, which is something I've yet to be able to do. I hate treadmills, but normally when I get up we're already in flight ops, so no running up there. Anyway, I only went about two miles, because the armor had been wet and mildewed, and I was having trouble breathing from my allergic reaction.

Done running, I went to the gym and, wonder of wonders, discovered an unoccupied rowing machine. So I put five kilometers on that thing and felt better about my day's efforts.

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