Last night I had a hot date with the treadmill.
And when I saw hot, I do mean really, seriously hot.
It was a little bit stuffy in the gym when I got there, so I knew I would be a giant ball of sweat by the time I finished my run.
My plan was to do one hour of hill repeats. If that sounds like torture, it’s because that’s kind of what I was going for.
It had been way too long since I’d gotten in a run and I knew I wanted to do something that was super high intensity to make up for my slacking. (And to make up for all the guacamole I have been eating this week.)
Twenty-five minutes into my run, sweat was dripping in my eyes so badly I could barely see. I kept trying to wipe them on my shirt, but it was soaked through. By the time I was finished, I could have literally wrung the sweat out of my sports bra and shorts.