My plan was to do six miles this morning.
My husband is taking a group of wild and crazy little cub scouts camping this weekend, so I'll be doing the single parent thing with my girls and I knew I needed to get my ya yas out.
I revamped my play list last night, laid out my clothes and set the alarm for 4:30am.
By the grace of God, I made it to the gym and jumped on a treadmill.
All was well by mile 3...grooving to lots of new tunes, feeling the endorphins, enjoying the morning and then wham...out of no where, I start sweating like a stuffed pig...it's dripping into my eyes stinging like a bitch and pelting the treadmill.
What in the hell? Did someone turn up the heat? Is it 100 degrees outside? What happened?
I look down at my Garmin and my heart rate is off the charts and all I can think is...where's the hot guy? Unfortunately, no particularly hot men in sight.
I keep trudging through hoping and praying that I can double my mileage and endure my radical perspiration breakout...AND that I'm not dumping buckets of sweat on others around me.
At mile 5, I say, fuck it. Jump down, towel off and start stretching. I have no idea what the scoop was. My hope is that my body decided to dump the remaining weight needed to get into my swim suit. I could only be so lucky. But either way, beautiful sweat.