Trust me about the sunscreen
Everyone said, "Don't forget the sunscreen!". I scoffed a little, but even so figured I'd slather up after the swim split on Saturday. Did I? Oh no - in monkeybrain mode that I was... I totally forgot. I have a ferocious sunburn.
Especially lovely is the fact that my race numbers are now sunburned into my arms, there to remain for quite some time, I imagine. It's like a redneck tattoo. I've also got a stripe on my back in the spot between where my shirt ended and shorts began... which is just exactly the spot that a pair of jeans rubs, or the back of a chair.
So, mental note - next time, use sunscreen. No, really!
