After Church this morning, my son and I went for a bike ride. Since I haven’t been on my bike for a really long time, I took it slow. My son was a good sport and slowed down his pace so I could keep up with him. We rode our bikes about an hour. Just like running, it is best that my son and I don’t bike together since our pace is so different. It will take awhile before I feel comfortable on my bike. I am just going to have to get on the path early in the morning when there are less people on the path so I don’t have to maneuver around people. The thing I learned about running is that you start out slow and then push yourself a little more each time. This is the approach that I am going to take with cycling.
When I got home and took off my helmet, I saw some red stuff on my headband. My first thought was that it looked like blood but then realized that part of the inside of the helmet wore off on my headband. It is time to get a new helmet. I remember seeing several listings of cycle places in this one magazine we got with our CARA packet last week. As I was looking for a cycle place close to me, I saw an advertisement for the Chicago Half Marathon. Since I was still on a high after riding my bike and not crashing into anyone, I signed up for the race in September. I tell you, this running stuff is becoming addicting.
I had one of those days on Saturday where my hair just got to me so I made an appointment to get my hair cut today. I told my hair stylist that I wanted a lob (which looks like a bob but is longer) and asked him if he knew what I was talking about and he said ‘yes’. He then asked me how short I wanted my hair cut. I told him that I would tell him when he combed out my hair. I was surprised how rough he combed out my hair. When my hair looked straighter, I told him how long I wanted it. He proceeds to cut my hair. For my bangs he blows them dry and then uses a straightening iron on them to make sure that the bangs are straight. As he was doing this, he slightly touched my head with the iron causing me to say ‘ouch’. This is not going well. As I looked at the hair when he was done, it was so short. I was pissed. He told me that he cut it where I said and then evened it out and that when I straighten my hair it will appear long. I was still upset about my hair and told him so. My hair was at least 2 inches shorter than I indicated.
When I got home, I immediately started to straighten my hair to see how long it would actually be when straight. It still was way too short. At this point, I was fuming so I called the salon and told them how upset I was and to take me off their mailing list and that I was never coming back to the salon. I proceed to tell the woman on the phone that when you walk out of a salon you should feel happy about your haircut and not be upset about it. The woman on the other end was very nice and said that I could come in and have another stylist look at my hair. I told her that I had a good cut but it was cut too short and there is nothing else that someone could do to my hair. When I put my hair in a ponytail it looks like a little turd which is not a good look.
With this bad hair experience, I have been in an angry mood all day. I am going to have to run hard tomorrow to get rid of this anger that is inside of me. At least the Blackhawks won their game this afternoon.