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 bettershape.I want to use some of that extra time I have now that both kids are in school to get moreexercise. The first 2 days I followed the program inside on a treadmillin our neighborhood clubhouse. (And yes, I worked up a sweat, just notlike today!) When I found it wasn't openyet this morning, I decided to go ahead and do the workout outside despite theheat and mugginess.
I knew it would suck. About half or three-quarters of the way throughthe 30 minute walk/run workout, I wanted to die. By the time I got backhome and stretched, the sweat was pouring off me. Ick. Stretch laughed at me when I asked ifyou could be allergic to your own sweat. (My chest started itching atsome point and when scratched, I found it was covered in a sheen ofsweat. 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).