I have been asked to stop pretending to be an intellectual..

So I'm swinging to the other end of the spectrum...This is the point at which I regret telling nears and dears about blog as also the point at which this blog is finally deserted by all well meaning civilized visitors. I do believe however that this needs to be said.I think there is something profoundly sensual about sweat. Its true. Don't get me wrong not the sick badan pe sukha hua smelly nylon clothes vala sweat, nor the sitting in a DTC bus turning into a boiled egg smelling armpits kind of sweat no.More the sweat and blood,have just achieved something sort of sweat. One of the best things about going to the gym i think is the incredibly rewarding feeling you get when you come out with your Light blue t-shirt having turned a glossy, slimy black.The aforementioned Sensual nature of sweat then would explain why so many people spend their time in the gym with a glint in their eye staring at themselves in the mirror. Some gymers such as myself have realized that a natural pre-requisite to looking good is a most unnatural twist of the neck that gives the impression of really sharp jawline and a sharp but not crooked nose. If you therefore ever walk into a gym and find a twisted mangled body lying by the treadmill know that it is me......anyhow we digress..............The point being that being a person who goes through life without such vanities as sharp noses and jawlines why does the gym bring out the monster in me. I believe the answer lies in sweating.I have tried to explain why i think that sweat is so much more than just saline liquid being released by ones body but i haveto say that i have failed because each of my explanations sound either like lines that should be in a book titled the "delta of venus" (wink wink), or in a self help book geared to bettering ones self esteem. I have decided therefore to refrain from explaining any further. All that i can really say is SWEAT my friends sweat proudly. "JAI MA PASEENE VALEE "