I don’t like to sweat, unless I’m dressed properly. In yoga pants or bike shorts and a T-shirt, I’m okay with it. I do whatever I’m supposed to be doing, then I shower and change back to normal clothes. In Arizona, you don’t sweat all that much. What they say about it being a dry heat is true. However, you get filthy from all the dust in the air, so even if you only sweat a little, you still need a shower.
Out here in Texas, you sweat, even if you don’t feel hot. You sweat in your house. You sweat walking to your car. You sweat in your car. You seriously sweat every-freaking-where. I’m tired of sweating. I know it’s my body’s cooling mechanism, and blah-blah-blah, but I still hate it. But it’s funny… in Arizona, you have to drink gallons of water to stay hydrated. You con’t feel like you’re sweating, but you are, and if you don’t drink excessive water, you get headaches and fatigued and stuff. In Arizona, I would hike 7 miles, drink 128 ounces of water, and still not have to use the bathroom. Here, if you drink 24 ounces of water, sweat 37 ounces, and then have to run for the bathroom. How does that work?! Seriously!
I know that it doesn’t sound awesome when you say that it’s 120 degrees “but it’s a dry heat.” It doesn’t feel great either, when the sun is seriously burning your skin, and you feel like a vampire (only not the wussy-sparkling kind, the kind of vampire that gets worse than a sunburn), sticking to the shadows. That’s how Arizona feels. And if you do sweat, there’s so little moisture in the air, that it dries in a few minutes and you quickly forget about it. In Texas, it’s definitely cooler overall, and I’m comfortable enough with the sun that I can eat garlic without fear again.
But seriously… enough with the sweating… okay?