We've all learned tons of stuff so far: how to write a good journal, how to stretch, how to climb stairs (repeatedly), how to march in place while punching fictional ninjas (I imagine they're there so I can punch their faces ... and yes, I just used three "there" homophones in one sentence ... correctly).
One of the things I've learned to do is sweat. I didn't know I could sweat so much. My armpits were starting to wonder if they had a monopoly on sweat and they are pleased to know that they are not alone. During morning workouts, I sweat from places that I didn't realize had sweat glands. I'm particularly proud of the volume of sweat that pours down my bald scalp. It gets in my eyes ... which would be okay if I wore contacts, because I'd never have to rinse with saline solution again.
If sweat is just my fat crying, then my fat is freaking big baby. Cry on, fat. Cry on ...
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