The beauty of it.
I wrote this to fight the Sunday Scaries.
Everything is covered in sweat. Your sweat is covered in sweat. Your training partner is wearing a blanket of sweat — a not-so-carefully concocted mixture of yours, theirs, and everyone else who’s in the room with you.
The room is hotter than Hell in the summer, but you can’t see the sun. The only “landscape” you can se…