Horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies glow.

6 more weeks until the Cotton Country Spring.
I tried running outside today, after a month of running on treadmills. It's pretty nice out, only in the mid eighties so far at 10:00. I took it easy. Husband went on one of his 50 mile bike rides. As I was walking in the house, I was reminded of something I learned about sweating a while back, that the more fit you are, the more you sweat. I must be pretty fit because I'm 'glowin' like a horse. The 'glow' is dripping all over, and my new running bra is soaked with it.
Today I'm going to get a "woman specific saddle" for my bike. I've been avoiding long rides because I am not a narrow-hipped woman, and as my rides increase I'm increasingly finding them not enjoyable. Husband was trying to convince me that I'd rather have a cyclometer than a new saddle, but riding comfortably is more important to me than knowing how fast I'm going. Besides. If I know distance and how long it takes; I can do the math and get miles/hour. Mentioning detrimental affects an uncomfortable saddle could have on conjugal activities helped, I think. We're going this afternoon.