So, after my 5km walk – I’m not running again yet, I’m
trying to be a good, obedient girl due to my pulled muscle – it completely sucks of course – and after an
hour of RPM (Raw power in motion on spin bikes aka really painful muscles on bikes
with tweeny weeny seats), I did aqua aerobics. I’m a great believer in trying everything
at least once. Would I do the mermaidian aqua thing again? Er, no. It’s a
little tame for me. I’m one of those people who likes to sweat profusely while
doing things hard and fast and painfully because in my mind all that torture means
serious kill-you-or-cure-you-fitness. I like to limp away exhausted. I want my
muscles with a side order of oh-my-god-why-did-I-do-that-pain and knowing that
the litres of toxins sweated out means I can go put more evil, naughty, lovely things in and sweat them all out
again.
Nobody ever drowned
in his own sweat ~Ann Landers
Both tears and
sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you
sympathy; sweat will get you change ~Jesse Jackson
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