I hate sweating. I used to hate even a little bit - now I'm okay with it. But crazy summer-running-in-the-sun type sweating? GEH.
I walked in to the studio, wearing the baggiest stretchy clothes I owned. I sat down on the mat, beads of sweat already breaking out across my forehead.
Well. Here we go.
At some point during the class, as I freaked out about my form and the sweat dripping off my arms (creepiest feeling ever), my mind went into overload mode.
And at that point...I let go. I stopped worrying about the angle of my legs. I stopped worrying about the burning in my shoulders. The sweat. The thirst. I just stopped THINKING, and went with it. And I loved it.
I need to LET GO while running something fierce. With every step, it feels like I'm fighting myself. Fighting the sweat coursing off my head (damn you, summer). Fighting my lungs, which have been without air for what feels like years.
If I have any hope of actually running the majority of the half next weekend...I need to find this space. I hope it will come early.