Sunday, May 6, 2012 – Confessions of a Sweataholic
Another day, another workout. Elliott and I just got back from the gym. We didn’t even consider taking Sunday
off. By unspoken agreement, we got
up and were ready to leave the house by 8:30 this morning. A remarkable transformation that has
taken place in my psyche.
Previously, prior to discovering the joys of exercise, I had a confirmed
case of sweataphobia. But what
they say about the positive mental benefits of intense aerobic exercise must be
true. As soon as I get going on
that elliptical machine and I pump up my heart rate, I revel in the tingling
sensation of sweat rivulets pouring down my face, bathing my neck, dripping
down my chest. When I have the time, I follow my cardio workout with five
minutes or so in the steam room.
Within seconds, my body becomes one big slippery, sweaty puddle. There’s nothing as sweet and
tantalizing as the aroma of fresh sweat. (Notice I specified that the sweat
must be fresh.) If this sounds
like I have serious case of sweataphilia, just blame it on the post-exercise endorphins
in control of my brain.
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