I love sweat. I love sweat. I love sweat.
See, honestly, I really don't. I hate sweating. It is just gross and slippery and stinking and sorta counter to all things I'd like to be - polished, coiffed, presentable, cool, aloof. It's like singing, "I'm sweaty and I know it", when you'd just rather be "sexy". I mean really, when faced with sweaty or sexy, I'd take the later.
But this morning, I embraced the sweat. I pushed thru that mental wall that has been growing up in my psyche in the past two months and felt much better for it - sweat and all. In fact, since my struggling blog admission last week, I've had two good sessions on the treadmill where I feel that I got my legs back, if that makes any sense. I felt like I could have kept going for another couple miles on both occasions but for fear of causing more harm, I've been wrapping up my runs around the 3 mile distance for the past few weeks.
Slowly and surely I will turn sweaty to sexy. I love to sweat. I love to sweat. I love to sweat. My new mantra.
Oh, and just cause we all love some rum... why is the rum always gone? I run to drink rum... not that its doing me much good!
Week in Review:
|Elevation Gain:||182 ft|
|Avg Speed:||4.6 mph|
|Avg HR:||138 bpm|
Weigh In: + 1.5 lbs
Weight loss to date: NADA
Weight til goal: 11 lbs