I spend a lot of time talking about baking around here, but today I thought I’d give you a bathing suit post. No, no photos. It’s a post about a bathing suit.
Once upon a time (a few weeks after I graduated from college) I was life guarding or teaching every single day of my life. Days I wasn’t at my pool, I was teaching private lessons in people’s back yards. That’s a lot of time in a bathing suit! Every so often, I’d have to get a new bathing suit out because the chlorine killed them dead, fast. (It happens.)
Here’s the thing. Anyone out there who has ever spent a summer or 12 life guarding (or competitively swimming) knows this, but I’ll tell you anyway, the suits we wear are really tight. The shoulders often leave hickey like marks the first time we wear them and the first day is rarely comfortable. Between the tight straps, the wedgie butt and the general snugness. Ugh. New bathing suit day? Not my favorite.
I was getting ready to go to the pool and although I worked at an indoor pool, I had a few hours of outdoor teaching to start the day. As a good instructor/person who cares about my pasty white skin I put my 45 SPF sunblock on BEFORE I went outside for the day. This also meant that I was putting it on before I put on my new bathing suit.
My hands were a bit greasy from the block and as I tugged my straps to pull them up, one slipped and I ended up hitting myself right in the jaw. It smarted, I saw stars and my tooth hurt. (Turns out I chipped it.) I had a mark, but nothing that I thought was too bad and on my sore, merry way I went.
I few hours later when I got to the indoor pool, MsBix asked me what the hell happened the night before because I had a bruise on my jaw and I had to admit that “I punched myself in the face putting on a bathing suit.”
Turns out I’m not alone. I won’t say who else owned up to having done it before, but I’m in good company.