Gym? Hair? Ugh.

Ok, as vain as it may be, my hair, one of my obsessions as you may get from earlier posts is one, ok, let's keep it real, is probably the soul deciding factor of what activity I will do at the gym on any given day. Normally, I like to run because it's "my time" and nobody can take "my time" away from me, however, being that I just got my hair done at the salon yesterday (Saturdays are typically my day) and I don't want my hair "sweated-out", I probably will not run. (No, I don't wash my hair everyday; it's probably a culture). Call it what you want people...but personally, my hair trumps that powerful workout I desire; at least until I've been able to get my money's worth of nice, free-flowing hair. Said example of the "nice, free-flowing" stuff I spend so much time worrying about to the right (pic of Kris and I at pre-Turkey Day festivities). With that said, I probably will just ride the stationary bike or lift and leave the cardio behind today. I feel a little guilty, but my rationale is something is better than nothing? Right? After that I'll do my typical Dunkin Donuts run and get started with my day. Like I said, something is better than nothing...

Missing the locks...

I miss my long hair. Looking at my main pic, I am loathing Alta and her palace a whole heck of a lot. (Alta is the woman who cut my hair, when I asked for a trim). So right now, I look more like this:

instead of the long haired goddess that I had grown to know and love (see profile pic). (Notice the tip of the hair falling just slightly on the clavicle bone...) And granted, I was in desperate need of a good choppin', because my hair is slowly but surely growing back just as healthy as ever...but the point is, I NEVER asked for a cut. Especially two days before my 4 days before my 26th birthday. In any case, what's done is now done and I guess I should just be thankful I have hair and that its growing back to be nice and healthy. :) Off to bed, to dream of becoming Rapunzel.