Thursday, June 06, 2013
I've discovered a lot of things about myself during my year on SP, but this is possibly the most unexpected. I do not like sunny weather.
Not because I'm emo (the rain reflects the endless well of sadness in my soul...), but because every workout for the last week has been absolute murder. On my run this evening even my wrists were sweating. I didn't know wrists COULD sweat!
Then there's the feeling that I'm breathing pea soup rather than air. For someone who used to have panic attacks, that feeling is a little more than I can handle.
While I was running the thought actually crossed my mind: I wish it would rain.
Who thought I would ever be wishing that?