I still have my rider. That piece of machinery is 16 years old. Now I have to decide what to do with it. But, walking in what seemed to be like a steam bath this morning and afternoon is helping me to decide.
I sweat so much that I am sure it was very cleansing. But, as I walked and sweat, I kept thinking of the words my dad would say and would probably still be saying. He would have looked at me and seen me drenched in sweat and said something like this. "Take-a lottsa water out."