I'm totally smizing with my eyes which proves to my husband how wrong he was about me wasting my time watching American's Next Top Model. Also, I never realized how crooked my nose is. I hate pictures.
This is me an hour after dryland training last night. An HOUR! And I still have tomato-ous face-eous.
You don’t even want to know what I looked out mid-workout.
Here’s the thing…I don’t sweat. Weird, right? No matter how hard I work out, the most I get is a sheen, with a few dots of perspiration here and there. This is me after running a 15k race (fast forward to 3:58. Also if you stick around until 4:45, you’ll see how I ruined an entire shot with my bored face). Instead of sweating I turn redder than a babboon’s ass. I once had someone come over to me at the gym and ask if I was okay because he was worried I was going to have a stroke and I had to explain that I was completely okay except for the fact that I may possibly be cooking all of my internal organs. Then I took another sip of water.
Hockey Skating Husband has nicknamed me seal skin. Don’t get me started on my other nickname, Twig, which has nothing to do with how tall and slender I am and everything to do with how I hold everything in until I snap which actually does make me want to snap.
The point is, if you see me working out and I’m red, I’m not dying, I’m just not sweating.
And please don’t tell me my face looks like a babboon’s ass. There’s only so much I can take.
I totally get tomato face with the least exertion – maybe it’s a turner thing. I stay red for hours and hot- feels like I have a sunburn. I do perspire, gently at the back of my neck. I used to never sweat, I swear, but after meeting someone with a Finnish background and a cottage built around their sauna….my body learned to sweat and it was a good thing.
If that’s you after a work out I’m totally envious! You look fabulous and I have no idea what you’re talking about with your nose!
You’re much prettier than a baboon’s ass. I saw them at African Lion Safari the other day so I can speak with some authority – shudder. I sweat. Gross, drippy sweat. It’s not pretty and in kindness I steer clear of other people following a run.
I get a super red neck – exactly like my Mom! I think you’re glowing also – I’d be all patchy!
I think you look lovely and glowing.
You’re like all rosy and pretty.
I look like Call An Ambulance. Blotchy, diseased, mottled, what’s-wrong-with-this-creature? red.
Which was a problem when I went to GoodLife fitness upstairs at Loblaws and then went down to do my groceries.
(Effective way to clear an aisle….)
Think you look beautiful, Twig.
He calls me twig because I tend to snap
And that was an HOUR afterwards. You should see me in the midst of the workout – it’s embarrassing
How unfortunate! (the not sweating, I mean, not the red face–I’m another “tomato” here, so I can’t comment on that). Still, while I’m sure the lack of sweat is not the best for your personal climate-control system, at least your’e spared the indignities suffered by use profuse sweaters–such as having drops of sweat roll down your arm from your armpit and then plop onto your chair, because you’re not working out when this sweat deluge is happening, you’re just sitting around typing on your computer…
You just made me spit laugh! So now we both have bodily fluids on our chairs
You don’t sweat. You glow. Better than crotch sweating, count your blessings.
Don’t even get me started on crotch sweating. Or peeing while doing jumping jacks.
It takes a lot of work for me to sweat, and when I was younger it almost never happened. Since I hit 40 last year I can finally break a sweat. Strange but I’m okay with it. I guess my organs are only semi cooked.
Your awesome!
I wonder if it’s a pre-menopausal thing? Maybe I’ll start sweating soon?
I get tomato face too, but I also sweat so people in the gym stay close to the defibulator.
We should partner up at the gym and watch the hilarity ensue.