That lucky ol' sun is a son of a bitch!

Good morning, from the Desk of Doom where yours truly is stiff, sore and sunburned. That's right, the QUEEN OF SPF, the woman who wears long sleeves in Hawaii, has sunburns in the following places: approximately one inch on the top of my hands just below where my sweat shirt stopped, about two inches on the back of my calves where my cropped running pants stopped, my schnozz and the bottom part of my face, where the outline of my big ugly sun-glasses makes me look like a giant Panda.

All this because I looked out my window and thought: ooooh nice and overcast. Awesome. Why don't I just run/walk/run 11 miles in 3 hours and 44 minutes with NO SUNBLOCK!!!!

Tags: bitching, exercise, journal, running, whinging

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That lucky ol' sun is a son of a bitch!

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