Today I had my hair dyed brown (from my previous very blond). Just so my husband could feel like he was cheating on me without really cheating on me. Not sure why I did it. I thought if I had darker hair I would be a faster runner. Well, not really. It just seemed like the thing to do for a sassy change. However, when I picked up my son today he said I looked like Nicky Sixx from Motley Crue. And that's not a compliment. I rushed home to google-image Mr. Sixx and apparently I look like this:
But this blog is about running and not about my hair or a heavy metal band or my sex life (although you would like to know, wouldn't you?)
Tomorrow is more torture with my special running group. I looked at the workout plan and decided that if there ever was a day I would be puking from running, it is tomorrow:
Warm up 20 minutes/Stretch/4 x 100m strides (bring it on)
9 x 800m with 2 min recovery (holy shit)
Run 1 thru 6 @ 10K effort (mother effer)
Run 7-8 @ 5-7 sec faster (mother f'n effer)
9 will take care of itself (yeah, because 9 will involve running at the pace during which I puke my guts out and get it all over my new brown hair)
So think of me at 11:00 a.m. eastern/10:00 a.m. central/9:00 a.m. mountain/8:00 a.m. Pacific. And some ungodly hour if you live in Beijing.
For my half marathon this weekend I am on the prowl for a running dress. Yes, I said dress. I am not a girly girl, but the thought of running in a dress is strangely appealing. Probably because I like attention. Might even go it without underwear and stand on a large mirror at the end with my brown hair flowing just to give the boys a thrill. As if this 42 year old could thrill any boy. In my dreams I'm a cougar and/or a MILF. Or RILF since I'm a runner.
Told you the brown hair made me sassy. And hey it's my 100th post and if you leave me a comment I will be happy.