In the rush to get out of the house last Sunday morning, I neglected to
pack the sunscreen. No big deal, I figured. The White Lake Triathlon was
sprint distance, so I'd be out in the sun only about an hour and a half.
Of course, I failed to consider that my new rec.sport.triathlon singlet
exposed skin that had not seen the light of day unprotected for many years.
And sure enough, on the way home that afternoon, it began to become obvious
that I was sunburned.
The burn wasn't too painful, but as I (un)dressed yesterday afternoon to go
for a run, I stopped to inspect the angry skin in the mirror. What were
those white marks on my uppper arm? Why, they seemed to spell "G211."
Recognition: I am now effectively tatooed in bold white against pink with
last Sunday's number.
Forget your sunscreen? Try Magic Marker.
PS The White Lake (North Carolina) Triathlon was a delightful event. Clear
water (maybe 15-foot visibility), well-marshalled flat roads, and a
pleasant if somewhat bemused community. (They were pleasant enough not to
say, "Son, why are you doing this to yourself?")