The dog days of summer are long gone. It’s cold, dark and damp outside. Some of you may already be dealing with ice and snow. Fortunately, runners carry with them all year long the remnants of those bright, shiny rays of sunshine. I’m speaking, of course, of runner’s tan.
Yes, we run those endless miles to put our bodies in exquisite shape. We are well-toned and fit. And yet even a sideways glance at ourselves in the mirror is enough to make us blanch whiter than those milk-colored feet at the bottom of our bronzed shins and knees.
Few things in life are more attractive than those pale singlet strap marks on our shoulders, followed by the terra-cotta arms that lead to a thin band of ivory around the wrist, where even the watch’s Indiglo button has left its mark.
And I will not even discuss the shorts area.
I have taken runner’s tan to the next level. When I run, I carry my house key on a coiled rubber band around my left hand. I now have a ghostly spiral tattoo there, which is great for breaking the ice at parties.
This is a problem that afflicts runners of all types, but perhaps we can turn things around. Suppose we transformed runner’s tan into a fashion trend. We could put stick-on numbers reading “26.2” on our arms in the spring and peel them off in the fall.
In the meantime, it’s better just to deal with this minor inconvenience. It certainly beats the alternative.