My forearms looks like I’ve been beaten with sticks. Think black and blue and purple and spotty. It’s gross.
Friday night I played volleyball with the BF and a mere hour and 15 minutes later my arms looked ugly. I have bruises on both arms from my wrist to my elbow. On my right side the bruising is so bad it spread to my thumb. And a million little blood vessels burst in my arms too, so they are all purple and spotty.
I also jammed a finger on my right hand that is hugely swollen and my right wrist is only beginning to return to its normal size today.
BF and I tried to take some pictures, but they didn’t come out very well. So, my apologies that you can’t look at my grotesque arms.
Apparently my super pale skin in combination with not playing volleyball since middle school, led to serious arm sensitivity.
Good thing you don’t need your arms to run.
No running news to report. I had a planned 15-miler (which was probably too long for having not run in double digits in four weeks) that I was going to try. I was all dressed to go and the iPod wasn’t charged. I can’t run without my tunes. Not for 15 miles. So I plugged it in and figured I’d go later. Then of course it started raining. A very cold rain. I’m not that badass and was nowhere near a treadmill.
In weekend news: the Eagles beat the Giants! Whoooo!!! I saw a fun band play in Annapolis and DD’d for the BF and some of his friends, which is always an experience in itself.