Yeah, I know. There's sweat and there's sweat (you should've seen the puddles I inadvertently left, while stretching in front of my computer, after my run the other day )

But I know you know who this is talking about, too. Like the woman who used to be in my aerobics class, who would show up seven days a week, freshly coiffed and wearing makeup like those portraits of Queen Elizabeth I, and immediately would crank the thermostat down so low that everyone in the class was in danger of pulling a muscle if they actually exerted themselves. If her pores even opened a little bit she freaked. I really don't get that - maybe it's how certain women were raised???