For those of you that don't know me, or have not had the great pleasure of doing some sort of physical activity with me, or spent anytime with me in the dead heat of summer...I do not glisten. I sweat. Like crazy.
I must admit, that growing up this was a source of embarresment for me. However, now I find it empowering. I feel great after I have gotten in a good sweat after a long run. I find it exhillarating to sweat in freezing (below 32 degrees) weather. And come in to the house and feel scourching hot.
While I have grown to find a positive place for my non glisten, I just hope that Gia can find it before she goes through the torture of sixth grade gym class.
Look at my little boo boo when she awakens from a nap...in the winter.