This weekend was supposed to be beautiful outside, so Saturday morning I woke up early and headed down to the lakefront to enjoy the nice weather. I brought along a book I’ve been trying to finish for about the last month or so. The trip down to Lincoln Park was uneventful, but once I arrived I found myself surrounded by a horrible sight – there had been a mass beaching of pretty people up and down the entire length of the lakefront. It appeared that they had all come out to go swimming, as they were all in swimsuits, but instead of frolicking in the waves with the rest of their bretheren, they were lying motionless on the ground! Every 15 minutes or so it seemed like they would try to escape, but in their weakened condition all they were capable of was rolling over. So sad. I thought about trying to rally passersby to begin a rescue effort – having a bucket brigade started to keep their skin moist and prevent overheating. But then I thought “Who am I to argue with nature’s mystery?” so I let them stay where they were.
Knowing that I had a good couple hours of sun exposure coming up, I had prepped before coming out. I slathered on moisturizers with built-in sunscreen right after getting out of the shower, and had applied my trusty “SPF Infinity” on top of that in particularly vulnerable areas. Thusly prepared, I was able to spend almost 3 hours in direct sunlight, making up for any hidden Vitamin D deficiencies that I didn’t know about. That was good.
But what I didn’t realize was that apparently, the moisturizer I had used did not contain any sort of sunscreen, as I had believed. Mercifully, the additional sunscreen I applied to my head and arms protected those areas. My legs however, were not so lucky. And because I was sometimes lying on my side, and other times on by belly while reading there is no recognizable pattern to my sunburn. For example, as you can see in the picture, my left kneecap is sunburned while my right kneecap looks normal. Plus the pattern from my sandals now makes my feet look like billboards for the new X-Men movie. Hey 20th Century Fox, where's my ad money?!
Sheesh. I can't even suburn symetrically. Thank goodness I wear pants at work.