I guess I am used to the ridiculously hot BJJ room at Unit 2......Traven will often turn on the furnace to 90 in the middle of the summer! I don't mind this, I have always liked to sweat buckets. I suppose I am used to this because I walked into the fitness center at my apartment complex and was uncomfy. I walk in and there are 3 dudes doing their "Insanity" workout off of a computer they had plugged in. No worries, they were working pretty hard. I had a problem with this: They had turned down the a/c to 68 degrees. I mean come on ppl, do you really not like to sweat that much? Call me crazy, but I always semi-equated the amount of sweat pouring off of a person to how hard that person was working. They were bouncing around and what not, with no sweat. I grunted onto the elliptical, knowing that it was going to take a miracle for me to sweat like I wanted. Then I felt the burn in my throat and chest, like I was running in 32 degree weather. I was getting anggrrrryyy......I pushed to my limit for 40 minutes, trying to get through my last session of the day. I looked down.....my shirt was barely wet, my face had barely beaded up, and of course there was no sweat to be found anywhere else. I felt like I had failed. Call it a complex. I was not a happy panda.
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