I don't like sweating. As in the wet and dripping type of sweat. Nope. I don't enjoy it. In fact, it grosses me out. Now, I already knew this about myself. But I confirmed it this morning.
I started the Couch to 5K program this week in an effort to get in better
shape.
I want to use some of that extra time I have now that both kids are in school to get more
exercise. The first 2 days I followed the program inside on a treadmill
in our neighborhood clubhouse. (And yes, I worked up a sweat, just not
like today!) When I found it wasn't open
yet this morning, I decided to go ahead and do the workout outside despite the
heat and mugginess.
I knew it would suck. About half or three-quarters of the way through
the 30 minute walk/run workout, I wanted to die. By the time I got back
home and stretched, the sweat was pouring off me. Ick. Stretch laughed at me when I asked if
you could be allergic to your own sweat. (My chest started itching at
some point and when scratched, I found it was covered in a sheen of
sweat. Ick. Ick. Ick.)
I also asked Stretch if he could just go ahead and shoot me to put me out of my misery. For some wretched reason, the man refused and kept grinning at me (and probably inwardly laughing).
