When I was in high school I read trashy romance novels. Actually I read whatever I could get my hands on, but the romance novels seemed to be more frequent. As a side note, now that I'm happily married, I can't seem to get into romance novels - maybe because I have my own romance?
Anyway, back to the novels. Every one of them would talk about how the woman glistened instead of sweated. Glisten. It sounds so romantic and cute and pretty. Well, I don't glisten. I can't believe I'm going to do this, but here goes...this is what I look like after 4.5 miles in 60 minutes at 5am:
Are you a hot mess when you exercise? Or do you glisten?