When I sweat I stink.
I don't just mean, "Oh, you smell," I mean stink. Get out of the room, don't stand downwind, plug your nose until I pass by kind of stink.
I blame my genes––my dad is the same way.
When I'm on the treadmill at the gym I feel bad for those around me, but if I'm paddling against a strong tide in my kayak or carrying a canoe down a gnarled portage trail, I love the smell. It helps me keep pushing harder and harder.
It's a little sick, I know. Like the smell itself, I can't help it.
Nobody else wants to smell your stink, but it's good to get a reminder every once in a while how hard you can work and push through tough conditions.
Go outside and get stinking dirty and tired.
Then shower. Immediately.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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