When Irish Skin is Burning

Sometimes I forget I'm Irish and I put on the 30 spf insted of the 50. I run around all day, soaking in the hot sun. Maybe I do some grading outside, and then hop about the field during softball practice... Then I come home, put my legs up, and notice that I'm the color of an overly ripened tomato. How did that happen? I say to myself as reach up to scratch a itch on my neck and scream in pain at the 2" strip of flesh between by bra and tank top strap that I didn't get enough sunscreen on.

Goddamn "ivory bisque" Irish skin.

The legs are particularly cool: red on top and white on the bottom. Urg.

So I'm in a particularly foul mood where my legs ache and literally every step is painful. I'm supposed to be running quite a bit this week as my lead up for the Bay to Breakers and b/c I was an idiot just going up stairs or walking on flat ground hurts like a mother.*


It's been a good weekend, but I'm busy. I hardly have enough time to do my work, much less blog. Per reallytiny and goat, we won our Friday softball game (go Bangers!). I will echo their assessment that with the exception of L, and a few others (tiny and goat included), we are better as a whole than as individual players. But what really helps us win games is the other team. We'll see how we do wen we play against a team of good hitter with a fully staffed outfield.

Speaking of softball, yesterday really drove me nuts. We had practice and I could barely hit the ball. I can generally make good contact, but I'm trying to move the bat around faster and failing miserably. I just end up throwing my balance off b/c I'm muscling through the swing rather than working with it. I know the general idea of the problem; it's the same as in dance. You have to spin faster to land a triple, but that actually means relaxing more and moving with the physics of your body rather than hurling yourself into a spin (you'll just land on you ass). It took me years to figure out how that worked in dance, and I didn't have to swing and hit something at the same time!

When I comes down to it I'm just scared of the ball and being hit. As a result, I don't look at the ball and it hits me. It's a never ending cycle.

Despite the whining, I have a whole lot of fun when we play and take comfort that although I'm a weaker link, we haven't yet lost b/c of me .


*which is why apologize for any snarkiness/bitchiness/brusquness at 99 bottles tonight, I hurt, my head is pounding and I still have papers to grade and a damn reaction paper to write.