Sweating Roses

Let me just explain something to you about Oklahoma.....it's hot.....and humid.....and summer seems like it's never ending {especially last summer}!

So for a runner's heart like mine, that means that my favorite hobby becomes 1,000 times more difficult! But as my girl Kelly would say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger! :) So stronger it is. Luckily, this year hasn't been too bad yet, and today was extra cloudy, which I love!!! But it was also very humid. And I'll just be honest, when I get sweaty, it's nothing pretty. My face makeup runs off of my face and I break out in this weird heat rash {that only happens in OK} and I stink. Is that a good visual?? It should be.

{sorry for the blurrrr!!!!}

So there I was today, me and my sweaty self running along, when I pass these two girls jogging past and I catch a whiff of something.....something.....something that smells a lot like roses and a lot unlike me! 

I stop running. 

Say what?! Gir....you smell like roses! {That was said in my very gangster voice. Notice how I left off the  "l" in girl?? Yep. I'm legit. Legit gangster, that is.}

How in the world do you smell like roses in a place like this....while running none the less!? I slowed my run for a while while I pondered this thought. It would seriously take me dousing myself in a bottle of perfume before and a couple times during in order to smell like roses during a run. 

Then I started questioning my womanhood....

Okay, not really. That last part was a lie. But it bugged me.

Just like the girls that get all ready {hair, makeup, etc.} in the morning before their 5 a.m. workout. I don't understand those girls! Why get all ready when you're going to have to shower afterwards and repeat the process all over again?? I have a hard enough time doing the getting ready process once a day, let alone twice! But maybe those same girls are the ones who sweat roses and don't have to worry about showering after because they perspire glitter and loveliness! The only time the gym ever sees my face with a shred of makeup is when I go after work. And even then, most of it has melted off.

So this is my question, if you're one of the my-pheromones-smell-like-a-bouquet-of-roses girls, please tell me your secret!!!! I'm sure my husband would appreciate a less smelly version of me when I get home. Poor guy, it's the first time he gets to see me at the end of the day and I always end up managing to look less than lovely! Good thing he's my prisoner of love. :)