Trust Me on the Sunscreen

Today: 8 miles (or maybe a little less). I started in a slightly different place than I planned on, but the trail also has more ins and outs than the highway version that I googlemap for mileage. So.

I must say, it's a lot harder to "finish strong" after 8 miles than after 4. I guess that means that I'm doing OK on running at my threshold of ability (or something).

I applied a lot more sunscreen today than I did last weekend, so I hope to avoid the extreme sun damage that I experienced the last time. While we're on the topic of protection: what is it with cyclists who don't wear helmets? For the love of God, people, they cost $20-$30 and can save you from brain damage in an accident. Sure, everyone looks like a penis-head in them, but EVERYONE looks like a penis-head. You are not alone in the looking-like-an-idiot department; it's more like a badge of honor. Sure, you're on a bike path, so what could happen? Well, you could get hit while crossing one of the many streets that no one stops at (yes, I saw you, you old couple with your 7-yr-old child teaching him to not obey all traffic signs while on a bike). You could get hit while riding on the stretch of path that is actual road (yes, I saw you large group of likely church people riding THE WRONG DIRECTION on the road). You could hit one of the many runners, walkers, old people, strollers (as in baby), kids, or other cyclists on this very busy bike path and crash. You could slip in the drifting sand while going too fast downhill. Anything could happen, and sometimes, anythign DOES happen. SO just wear a freaking helmet already. This is not 1971, people are not having unprotected sex with strangers while snorting coke and angel dust. We know better. Get a helmet.

This is from where I turned around looking back towards the beginning. The iPhone only has so good of a lens, though. I think I started somewhere an inch or two to the left of that shiny thing. I think.