Notes from Sweatville 1
Monday, February 10, 2014
Who enjoys the stickiness of perspiration on the surface of your skin? I used to cycle to and from Muay Thai classes, about fifteen minutes each way along the road. Needless to say, with my impermeable $2 rainjacket atop the windchill factor layering of raiment, overheating came with a mere couple of minutes of rigorous pedalling.
With the onset of sweat, you can just feel the salts accumulating within your pores, concretising the paranoia of the dreaded blackheads. The chosen few malicious beads might even slide past the barricade of your eyebrows and sting your eyeballs, resulting in a spate of blinking while the brain also tries to cope with the fact that the front light of your bike seems to be mounted on Curiosity while it's navigating Martian terra firma.
On the other hand, there are pros to exuding moisture as a result of physical exertion. Fitness Magazine has a little article telling you about the benefits of sweat (perhaps these result from the physiological stimulation of the body rather than perspiration per se).
On a sorta same vein: If you come from a tropical country like me and move to another with cold seasons, chances are you experience water retention. Physical activity resulting in perspiration might be a way of alleviating that. When I returned to hot, humid Singapore in January till now, I've mysteriously lost 3kg. And I haven't been exercising as much as I have with Martial Arts either.
The point I have been winding up to is, after every self defense or Muay Thai class, I stew a while in my excretions while I record what I've learnt. Today I would like to share with you a few pages from my little notebook. I try to make them as coherent as possible and draw little muses for reference. To date I've filled up almost three small journals.
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Have a spiffing day, bubs ≧◠◡◠≦✌
P.S. The reason it's been a while since the last blog entry is that I have been hella busy trying to find out about the next stage of my life (read: big U). Results are unstable and uncertain, but I'm probably entering the Arts fac.
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