Sunscreen

Having fair skin and living at 8000 feet means I have four sunscreen bottles in my bathroom cabinet.  Every area of exposed skin get slathered in spf 50+ before each daytime run, but most dramatic is my face.  Lately I've used a Neutrogena sensitive skin version with supposed spf 60, which gives my face a dramatic nearly white and painted on look.  It nicely offsets my coffee stained teeth.  I am reminded of the Heath Ledger's portrayal of The Joker.  But it stays put the best, so it has become my go-to for my face.

Yesterday, then, I was making my last half mile ascent before another half mile descent to complete my 24 mile long run across progressively loosening and sloppy snow.  It was a cloudy day, and where usually I see a couple hunters or outdoor enthusiasts today I saw none until this final hill.  

I was half way up when the truck stopped at the top - they got out toove their dog from the truck bed to the cab, all the while I pause my watch and yell for Luna to heel instead of racing ahead to check things out.  "Luna, come!" got nothing, but eventually "No!" Got her to stop, look back, and then decide to heed my call.  I was relieved, because one cannot assume all dogs are friendly.  And I was relieved that this person automatically took responsibility for their dog, too.  

With the possible encounter now under control, Luna and I finished our sloshy trot up the hill.  I waved as the truck passed.  

The man slowed and opened his window.  "Sorry, I saw you and figured I should put him inside."

I began to say "No, thank you! I think that was smart."  Before I could even say thank you the man looked at warily my face, did a brief up and down, and he sped down the hill.  

I can get burned on a cloudy day, so despite the clouds I still had loads of sunscreen and sunglasses.  Apparently the meltdown look made me seem more like potential backwoods killer.  Once back at the car it didn't seem so bad....