I'm a sweater. There I said it. I'm the guy that starts his run, sweating. They guy you see running down the street with the front of his shirt soaked. People in the cars think I've been out for hours, training for a marathon or something. But I've only been out for 5 minutes.
I'm the guy the on the basketball court that nobody wants to guard. Dudes just slide off me, I'm so wet. I hear, "take him". I'm not guarding "sweaty guy".
I don't do well in heat or humidity. I hate the summer. I dislike anything over 80 degrees. I am actually sweating right now writing this, in my air conditioned kitchen.
So on my run this afternoon, after working a full day on the landscape front (sweating heavily), I sweated (even more heavily) for about 40 minutes on the roads and trails in Grafton. People in their climate controlled vehicles had that look of awe in their eyes, thinking wow, that guy is running in this humidity and man is he sweaty. Sucker.
That's how I felt. Like a sucker. It sucked. My run sucked. This heat and humidity sucks. I can't wait till it snows. I want to go for a run wearing a snow suit and plastic boots towing a bobsled. Bring on the sub zero temps, the ice formations on my "winter beard" and the numbness in my fingers.
Please, I'm just done with sweating already.