Hot and sweaty

I'm not really a fan of sweat, but in the last twenty-four hours I've thought of a redeeming quality of sweat. It makes things more intense, passionate and... legitimate, somehow. Let me demonstrate: If you're playing sport of on a cold day so that pushing yourself to do that extra rep or hit those last two tennis balls doesn't leave you sweaty, then it doesn't feel like quite as effective a workout. Or, it's summer right now so our bedroom was hot last night when we went to bed, which pleasantly added to the sweatiness of things, without a lot of added effort (which I still don't have the energy for yet). And, when you're making Ikea furniture, just screwing the legs on a table is not the same as working up a sweat trying to attach the farfuloonga to the versnook while someone else hold up the kerploot, if you know what I mean. With sweat you feel like you've done a real DIY job. That being said, my hot walk to Coles to get groceries just now was not any more rewarding because of the sweat, so alas it doesn't work for everything.