In the past 48 hours, I have gotten in two good workouts and sufficiently cleared out my sinuses, which I didn’t even know were full. I’ve also worked on evening out my tan a little bit, which is no small feat, let me tell you, considering the bizarre kayak burn I got two weeks ago. What had happened was that I put on sunscreen before I left my house, and then I put on a skirt over my bathing suit, which rubbed off some of the sunscreen. Then, when the water dripped off the paddle, it washed away the rest of the sunscreen, and 3.5 hours later, the fronts of my thighs were a color I did not know skin could turn. Seriously, they glowed in the dark.
They’ve turned browner now, and they don’t hurt or ache any more, so I’m all good, thanks for asking. But now I have these large, tan rectangles on one part of my legs, and the rest of them is still as pasty as always (“I do have pasty, pasty skin”). I’m going to have to add my legs to my no-farmer’s tan goal for next summer.
Anyhoe, I got a little sun on the backs of my legs yesterday, but most of my time on the beach has been spent in the water with my dad and sister playing with “Juicy,” the Nerf football that soaks up half the ocean and then feels like you’re throwing a watermelon. I woke up all sore on my right side today from throwing it yesterday, so today I switched to left-handed throwing to even it out. I’m told I look completely spastic throwing left-handed, but I’m ok with that. I am considering this my first 1/2 marathon training. And it was good. Next week: Just Dance.