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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

 

Sweat

I'm pretty much done with this packing thing. It was especially overwhelming. Maybe it was the mix of turning 21, moving out, leaving the country, talking to Jess and figuring out how to fit all my stuff, but I was feeling pretty overwhelmed for a couple hours. I really just wanted someone to be here. I sort of wanted to cry, but I wasn't really sad. It's kinda weird. Mostly, I just wanted to have a release of some sort, and sometimes that's what crying is good for.

Sweat is also a great release. I really enjoy sweating. Not sweating for the sake of sweating-like when it's hot outside, or something. But, sweating from physical exertion. It feels so good. I always feel so cleansed and rejuvinated after a good, long workout. But, really, it's the sweating that does it for me. I don't find swimming nearly as satisfying as I do other forms of aerobics, and I attribute this to the sweat factor. I don't feel sweat when I swim.

I love when I'm sweating so much that the salty drops from my face drip into my eyes and onto my lips. Sweat is like a very tangible confirmation of the completion of hard work. The other day, I went to the gym and sweated for 2 hours! It felt amazingly good. I hadn't had that in about a few days, so the sweat was much appreciative of my activity. The kickboxing room is normally super hot. There are lots of us in the room and we're all working really hard, so there's a lot of sweating going on in there. This morning, however, there was a fan in the room. The air felt great-especially during the especially trying parts of the workout-but, it just wasn't the same. I didn't sweat as much. I think the air flow made me more energetic, but at the same time, it was as satisfying as the usual sweat-drenched-t-shirt-inducing workout that I love.

Later, I sweated when I was moving my stuff. That's not the kind of sweating that I like, though. Sweating when I'm not supposed to is really rather unpleasant. Then it just feels dirty and sticky. It's the exercise sweat that is the best.

Tomorrow, I probably won't sweat like that. I'll have to make sure that it happens on Thursday, though.

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