The sun is my not my friend. And no, not because I’m one of those milky-skinned types who burn within seconds of UV exposure. My problem is I tan like it’s my job, even while sporting extremely high SPF sunscreens.
I’m sure you’re thinking “cry me a river,” but while a golden glow sure beats a lobster bake any day, with such quick melanin changes comes a most unwanted consequence: tan lines, the kind that crisscross your body like long-lost continents and take months to fade into oblivion. And so I spend my Central Park runs in head-to-toe black (including full-length leggings), even on 100-degree days.
Fed up with my goth athletic look, I recently test-drove some of the more powerful sunscreens on the market in the hopes of finding even-toned nirvana. While I will sadly still leave the skimpy Under Armour tops to others, this quartet has kept me from looking like a bad paint job.