Workout: 4.0-mile run
For three months, I have lived with a lackluster – maybe even abominable – hair cut. I have tucked and pinned and straightened in a vain attempt to make the poor blending and uneven layers invisible.
But today … today that all changed with a much awaited hair appointment with my preferred (read: expensive) stylist … at 8 a.m.
When I made the appointment, I wasn’t thinking, “Oh, I’ll have to get up at the crack of dawn to workout.” I was thinking, “Oh, you can get your hair cut before work and look cute for a whole day before messing it up.”
I sort of wish I was thinking the former.
I rolled over at 5:45, grunted and began the debate as to whether I should go back to sleep or get up and head to the gym. It lasted about 10 minutes, at which point I realized that, even if I stayed home, there was no more sleep to be had and I’d feel better (mentally, at least) if I worked out. So I made myself a PB&J, grabbed my change of clothes and lunch, and headed out the door.
Even though I’m using the gym Groupon for the stationary bikes and the elliptical, I knew I wanted to run today. A) I haven’t run since Sunday; B) I think it’s supposed to rain on Friday; and C) we have some weekend plans that might limit traditional exercise.
I pounded out a very pleasant 4 miles, keeping the pace comfortable. I usually adjust the speed every quarter-mile or so to ease boredom but opted to do a gentle increase every half-mile. I was sweaty but felt really good the whole time and had I not thrown in a bit of speed from 3.0 to 3.55, I might have been able to do a 10K today. However, I had that whole “look good” thing on the horizon (aka time crunch) … and Mark reads the blog. He’s wouldn’t be so cool with an increase in mileage.
After I showered, I headed off to my appointment and tried to stay awake as Megan lopped my locks. I gave her a couple ideas but for the most part, gave her free reign. I ended up with a sleek bob or something like that.
I really like it … despite my face in the photo. I think I was confused by that thing they call a sun being all bright and stuff.
On a side note, I had to laugh because Megan asked me if I wanted bangs or wanted to keep them long so I could them behind my ears. I told her that I could pin the front back when I was running. Yeah … she wasn’t talking about running. She was more concerned about hair being in my face when I bend over to change baby boy. I guess I should have thought of that.