I was dripping. It felt like I had just stepped out of the shower.
But I hadn't.
I'd just finished a 2-mile run after work. It was sunny and warm out today, with temperatures in the mid-70s. But it felt nice out. So I ran, my last run before High Cliff on Saturday. I didn't think that 20 minutes after I put my running shoes on I'd be dripping and sweat would be rolling down my face, getting into my eyes and making them sting so bad I couldn't keep them open.
But I was.
And you know what? I liked it. Made me remember what it was like to run in the summer. And how good I felt afterward, knowing I had just accomplished something. Looking forward to more of those feelings next week when the weather's supposed to be even more summer-like.