#15 - canoe or kayak on the Charles River

One goal down.

My back aches... as if dozens of sharp-nosed insects were dragging their little snouts along the edges of my shoulder blades, grabbing small bits of flesh and dragging as they climb along my bones with their scratchy little feet.

And my shins glow with an angry pink... a shade that never did look at home on me. Apparently the nozzle of my spray sunscreen does not work properly when inverted. Good to know now.

And my eyes are glazed over, staring at the lesson plans I've outlined but not yet completed, minutes from midnight and tedious hours from the end.

But for the ache, there is Tiger Balm. For the shins, there is minty aloe gel. And for the work, there is coffee.

For the imprint left from this, though, there is no cure. Except, perhaps, more of the same.