Don't Sweat the Small Stuff

I did not grow up with sweat. My mom, who you read about in yesterday’s blog, was and still is quite averse to sweating and I learned well at a young age to emulate her antagonism toward it. As I grew older and went off to school, I spent most of my time in P. E. class trying to avoid getting sweaty so I wouldn’t have to take a shower in the locker room.

So it came as quite a shock when, one of the first times I worked out with Becky, I worked up quite a sweat. (Please note that this was not the time she made me throw up; this was another time). I was not overly familiar with sweating at that time. I was not overly fond of it, either. But Becky was quite pleased that her efforts at trying to kill me were not in vain. I was drenched and she was happy.

Since then I have become much better acquainted with sweat. Now that sweat and I are on friendlier terms, I am often disappointed in myself if I finish a workout without it. It just seems to be a good thing for your body to do. It feels like all the ick in your body is seeping out, leaving you fresher and healthier. Well, once you take a shower, anyway.

I don’t care if you’re sweating to the oldies, sweating like a pig, or sweating like a turkey the week before Thanksgiving. Get out there today and get sweating! And then take a shower.