Ode to Sweat Glands

My co-worker Chad and I went for a hike in Runyon Canyon on Monday. A gorgeous spring day in the late afternoon, just before the streams of people came up the ridges with their dogs for a post-work walk. We took the side route up to the left peak, walked the ridge line and came to the higher second peak. LA was there before us, sprawling continuously into the distance of smog. Truly an impressive sight, in terms of what our society is capable of producing and organizing--kind of like our sweat glands.

Granted, us humans didn't create or build our sweat glands and who exactly did is still out for debate, but it is arguable that we wouldn't have gotten this far without the genius structuring and organizing of these particular body parts, our beloved sweat glands.

Take dogs for example. Adorable, lovable, fabulous mammals, but no sweat glands. They may get to live in LA as we do or enjoy an afternoon hike in Runyon canyon with us, but they're not running the place, if you know what I mean.

As Chad put, maybe our sweat glands have had something to do with our success as a species. Can you imagine all the social interaction that might just be a bit more hindered if we were constantly panting to cool ourselves off while trying to talk/eat a meal/have sex? I can, with much laughter, and it leaves me very thankful for those dear ol' smelling sweat glands.