I’m in love with sweat.

Monday, I showed you my blood, sweat, and tears.

And I did it again Tuesday night.

My fellow FitFluential ambassadors had been posting pictures of #PROOF of their sweaty, messy selves post-workout while I was away on vacation, and I was getting super antsy to share my own with you.

I realize that I don’t post a lot of pictures of myself, and I think a lot of that is because I have a “thing”. It’s basically that I don’t want to come across as self-centered. I know. My blog, my thoughts, and really? Blogs tend to be self-centered in general, right? All about the author. I try very hard to post meaningful content…and I really do my best to be “raw” and honest. However, I do realize I need to prove that I actually do work out and do my best to stay fit…and share one thing I’ve learned about myself:

I’m in love with sweat.

It wasn’t until I started working on my speed during runs that I discovered the meaning of sweating my ass off. I was working harder than I’d ever worked, and I was drenched.

Then I started biking 10 or so miles for cross-training. Vigorously. And the sweat would pour. I can look down at my pedaling feet and see the sweat drip from my forehead onto the floor…and it had just come from the top of my head. This isn’t just a little forehead sweat. This is more than that.

This is success. This is effort. This is dedication.

I always felt compelled to know what it’d be like to workout so hard that my clothes were noticeably soaked.

Those are the workouts I love.

It’s not nasty. It’s hard work. That is what I want to share with you. 

There’s nothing like walking away feeling accomplished. To feel victorious. To feel strong.

I don’t fear sweat…I welcome it.