I was recently speaking with a woman I know and she said, “i don’t sweat. Ewwww. That’s just gross”. Of course I was inwardly rolling my eyes as I like to sweat. It makes me feel good.
A few days later, while on a run, I started thinking about it again. “It’s gross. Ewww” popped into my head. I started my run a little later in the day so not only was I sweating, I was drenched. My hair was plastered to my head and my shirt was looking more like a pathetic entry in a wet t-shirt contest. I didn’t feel gross though. I felt awesome.
I love to work up a good sweat. This is good for my soul. I know I probably look my worst when I’m out on a run but this is when I really care the least. I’m not self conscious. I don’t care how “bad” I look. Whether it’s a good workout or one I’m struggling to complete, I am still grateful to be out there and thrilled that my body allows me to do the things I do.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I think I am this beautiful runner. I still feel like I am mimicking Phoebe at times and I am perfectly aware my face gets beet red. This is actually probably a good interpretation of me when out on a run:
The weird thing is, I am more self conscious when I’m not sweating. When I’m dressed up to go out, this is when I am harder on myself. This is when I think, “how do I look? my hair is so frizzy. I should have changed. blah, blah, blah”. None of these types of things creep in to my head when I’m out working up a sweat.
I hope to never think sweating is “ewwww” and will be grateful if I’m still able to get “gross” many years from now.