This post is not for the faint hearted.
Its about sweating.
In particular about middle aged ladies sweating.
So if you have delicate sensibilities or you are young or male this blog post isn’t for you, swipe onto your next post now!
Go on! Scoot! I don’t want your mother on my doorstep!
My mother told me that ‘horses sweat, men perspire and women gently glow’. Thanks to the avoidance of any strenuous activity for most of my life plus the judicious use of antiperspirant I was a living example of this maxim – until I took up running.
I didn’t know that your face could sweat! I remember the surprise of being so sweaty and wondering if it was going to damage my complexion – would I turn permenantly red? Get lots of broken veins on me cheeks? One time I came home, licked my lips and found that there was dried salt on my skin. The medical Rolodex in my brain immediately flipped open at ‘cystic fibrosis’. As a medical student in the days before genetic testing we used to measure for salt levels in sweat to diagnose it. I flipped the Rolodex shut – obviously I didn’t have CF but it didn’t stop me from checking with blogging friends if dried salt on your face was normal!
More recently I’ve been experiencing a different kind of all over body sweating. Oh yeah! All over. It started about a year ago, not so bad. I wondered if we had left the heating on, was it a warm day etc. Then I thought it was stress, I was worrying about stuff whilst I was awake. Ironically it seemed to settle over the summer when I was having time out (and running regularly). So I’d forgotten about it, until this week. It’s been a bad week, every night waking up every couple of hours, hot and slicked all over in sweat.
It started last weekend and I immediately linked this change with my hedonistic activities😊 I’d had a lovely lunch with a friend- carbs, alcohol and a missed long run. I’ve realised before that even a single glass of wine with dinner will mean that I wake in the night in a hot sweat. No problem I thought, on Sunday. no more alcohol and I’ll sleep tonight, get up early to get back into running on Monday am. I did all that, but it didn’t help. Poor sleep meant that I was too tired to run, no running meant that I was still waking up 3 or 4 times in the night and feeling shattered.
So there is scientific evidence that regular exercise reduces hot flushes. Based on my inadvertent, retrospective study of 1 I think it may be so. Time for phase 2, lets see if regular running can stop it😆😆😆
so today, determined as I was I ran in the rain.
It was quite nice actually. Do you ever have one of those runs where your body feels upright, like its perfectly balanced over your feet? You just do the tippy toes and the rest just glides along on top? Do you ever have runs where you don’t? Where your body feels like a sack of spuds wobbling around and providing adverse momentum to the legs? Normally I have more of the second type but today it was the first. It’s a lovely feeling😊
I did a new route too #spotted the bicycle.
No, I don’t know either😊