I'm a woman. I don't sweat. I glisten.
I'm here to tell you this:
I'm a woman. And I SWEAT.
Here's me, after yesterday's run. I wish I'd thought to take this picture before I'd wiped the sweat from my face and recovered for a few minutes, but you still get the idea.
When I run,...
...my face gets red.
...my hair gets greasy and frizzy.
And I'm claiming all of it--the sweat, the red face, the gross hair, even the stink. Because it's my body saying, "You've worked me hard today."
And in return, my body and mind reward me with energy. With happiness. With muscles. With a sense of accomplishment.
I can spend 15 of my waking hours controlling my sweat, making sure I smell good, and (when I feel like it), taming that hair and de-shining my face with makeup.
But for that other hour, bring on the sweat, and forget this "glistening" stuff. I've earned that sweat, and I'm owning it.