Cool waters, hot heat.
I’ve got summer on the brain.
Summer and the beach at dawn. The restless sound of the surf pushing towards a new day, expectant and full of promise.
The kind of morning when a long run licks sands at your heels. Dogs and their owners sashaying about as they play chase with drift wood in between small birds flitting in and out of the water.
The thought if reminds me of how much I love summer — and working out at the gym in hot, steamy, sweaty heat. It’s really my favorite time there, wearing as little as I can as I pound away at the heavy bag, feeling it slip towards me, and pushing it back, watching as bits of sweat first bead and then drip down where first my shoulder and then my cheek brushes it back.
Girlboxing 
Summer is long overdue. I can’t wait either. I’ll be at a writers’ retreat at Virginia Beach in a few weeks to start my summer off a bit early. YAY!!!
Sweet on the retreat and what a beautiful place to go!
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What is it about sweat that makes us feel like we’ve put in a solid workout? It’s harder to get that in the winter, even though we might work just as hard. My first trainer used to wear those wretched sauna suits just to get that “I’m working my tail off” kind of workout.
Boxers are nuts.
(Writers, too.)
Yes — on both counts!
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