My first day back to running didn't start well. Cold, windy, and drizzling. But I was going no matter what. Mainly because I knew Karreen would be waiting on the corner. That accountability can really come back and bite you in the behind, can't it? So my straight hair and I started out. And when I got back I had 'the curls'. Not the wavy, half curly, have to work really hard on it curls. 'The curls'.
The pretty/could never make it happen on my own/would pay big bucks for/perfect curls.
Can you see it? You have to look close because it's only the top layer of my hair! I've discussed my cursed hair before, but it bears repeating.
Sigh...If only I could make that happen without a cold drizzly run.