Keep going. No sprint, it’s a marathon. Steady relentless workouts, not breaking a sweat – then it happens – burst, flow, flood. Damn dam breaks, finally. Tiny pin-pricking-balloon moment trigger. Uncontrollable wind follows. Feel it, ride that breeze, noticeable sweat – bead, then flow. No backing off, no holding off, no relaxing – go hard, be hard, push hard, ride that thought wave with every ounce of energy spent.
Where it goes/flows is uncertain. No puddles on floor. Pillow wet, what little hair I have feels damp. Not cold sweat while happening but after, right after, latent effect of evaporation, air-conditioning like no other coolness ever felt. Cooling perspiration’s arrival.
Some get inspired swimming in the pool, walking in the rain, or writhing in passion’s throws – nobody notices they’re sweating …
Have you heard the expression "Live the dash?" When someone said that to me one day, I asked what he meant. "Well", he said "On your tombstone there will be two years shown. The year you were born and the year you died. In between those two you will find a dash. Make sure you live that dash!", GB, Calgary, AB
[Editor’s note: There is a poem, and a book, by Linda Ellis - I've quoted that DASH poem a number of times in my columns over the years. Always worth re-reading. It's fantastic inspiration!]