Growing up, my dad would always correct me and my brother when we’d complain about sweating.
“Don’t say you’re sweating, say you’re perspiring,” he’d tell us. “People don’t sweat, they perspire.”
While I don’t know where he came up with that idea, because I’m living proof that people don’t just politely perspire or “glow.” Oh, no, I sweat. A lot. And whenever I tell people I sweat a lot they say something along the lines of, “oh yeah, I sweat a lot, too.” But you guys don’t understand, I. sweat. a. lot. Like to the point where I don’t want to be in my own skin. (Classy, right?)
|I was sweating so much at my own wedding that my maid-of-honor went above and beyond her call of duty and took to blowing the sweat off me. I wish I could say I was kidding.|
I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that within five minutes of simply standing outside in Georgia I’ll have beads of sweat streaming down my face—as opposed to the 10 minutes it would take in New Mexico’s dry heat.
The humidity and heat have started to rise here, and I’m feeling the cruel effects. When I go for a 15 minute walk with my dog in the late afternoon I come home practically soaked—not from working out too hard, since I’m only walking, but from the dewy, sticky, wetness hanging in the air. It’s awful. And the worst part is that it’s not even summer yet, so it’s only going to get much, much worse.
|This is me hot, sweaty, and very sunburnt.|
But as I write this I feel a bit optimistic, because I’m going home to visit for a few weeks, and I get to leave this humid land for my comfortable—albeit, still hot—dry heat. The dry heat is a heat I can tollerate. I’ll still sweat (as you can see from the picture above), but I’ll at least be able to take a deep breath and not feel like I’m sucking in air from a sauna. The one thing I will miss, though, is the refridgerated air. Back in the dessert we get our air conditioning from a thing called a swamp cooler.
Does anyone else become a hot mess in the summer? And by “hot mess” I mean you don’t want to be anywhere than inside the comfort of your own home for fear of excessive sweating? (Wow, how attractive was this post?!)