More aloe eased the burn somewhat, and this time we remembered the sunscreen the next morning. I also made a point to grab a towel, strategically placing it over my medium-well knees. But by now my arms were feeling the heat as well. And my shirt collar must have been wider than the day before, because my neck was on fire by the end of the meet.
I survived, of course. But I now have one glorious farmer tan, many shades darker than the strip where I wear my watchband and the area under my wedding ring (not to mention my pale torso and feet).
It was worth it. LeeAnn tore up every race that wasn’t a freestyle event, winning a heat in the 100-meter backstroke and finishing second in her 100 butterfly heat.
And I now have enough skin pigmentation to get through the summer.
Jim Bailey’s column appears on Wednesday. He can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.