Trendy new hair, and discovering that I am the last to become aware of trendy application.

Today I ran 5 miles.  Yesterday I ran 6.  This is a vast improvement to last week, in which I ran a grand total of 10 miles, but in fairness I had no race on at the weekend for a change, and fancied a bit of a break.  Also, I continue to be concerned that my knees sound like rice krispies when I rise from a squatting position, but my GP confirms this is not an issue (and he’s a runner, so I’ll trust him).  Plus, being a teacher, one (the only) perk of my job is some sweet holiday time, and I am now on week 2 of a 2 week break for Easter.  So I got more than a ‘bit’ of a break, and I’ve enjoyed that, but let’s get back on track, shall we Rachel?  I have the Glenlivet 10k on Sunday, and as long as I can squeeze in 1 mile before then, I’ll hit 300 miles for the year by the end of the week!  This excited me for two reasons:

  1. I am on track for 1000 miles in 2012
  2. I like neat numbers

In other (totally more important) news, I had a haircut.  I have had average length hair for yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeears because every time I go to get it cut (not regularly enough, we’re talking once every year, and I’m proud of that commitment!) I chicken out and go for a ‘trim’.  Now I am not blessed with luscious, thick, strong hair (fuck you Pantene commercial, you lying hussy), and I regularly wear my hair in a ponytail.  Result?  Frazzled, wispy ends, and roughly 1/3 of my hair being broken off where I tie it up.  Not a good look.  So yesterday, armed with several photos of celebrities with cute haircuts (but much prettier faces than I could pay for), I went for the bob.  Unfortunately, I was dumb enough not to take a photo post-salon, a look I will somehow never be able to recreate, so I have, in an attempt to gloss over gross foot shots, included a photo* of my new hair in (tiny) pigtails.

*Clear skin courtesy of instagram – better than any facewash or foundation – seriously, I can see why people use this thing.

And a slightly more tousled (post sweaty workout) look:

And, because I must be one of the last people living in a first world country to discover the instagram application (all this news about Facebook dropping some sweet change to buy an application that makes your photos look old – sickeningly on the day Kodak announces bankruptcy – caused me to find out what the hell it is!), I present to you my lunch:

Not pictured: leftover chocolate, rice krispie treat, cheese and crackers, orange juice.