Thursday, May 17, 2012

Beautiful Sweat

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'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.

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