This tri season is about to kick off in about a week with the cherry blossom 10 miler, and two weeks following that the first tri of the season. Dr. T and I are building up to do a half iron man (insert image of me hyperventilating in sheer panic here) in September.
At the start of this training season I decided to select my theme music. Something to really get me pumped. I decided on "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath. Now, I know the lyrics aren't quite triathlon-y, but I have rather enjoyed belting out 'I AM IRONMEL...DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH to psych myself up for the long season ahead and the ultimate half iron man.
I told Dr. T my choice of theme music; her reply, "oh hmm...that's probably better than mine-- it's 'Big & Chunky'" (Dr. T and I saw Madagascar 2 and we both absolutely loved that song) So unfortunately, now as I'm working out the song that instantly leaps to my mind is not the steely resolve of 'I AM IRONMEL', but rather.... 'big. big, and chunky, I like 'em big and chunky.' Thanks so much, Dr T!
I leave you with Moto-Moto (will.i.am) singing 'Big & Chunky'
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Haircut Redux
Today I went back to the famous S, who developed the multiphased plan for my hair this summer. Last time I went to S was in August, and he devised a plan that involved me growing out my hair and morphing into a Victoria's Secret supermodel-like-figure. I know, it's taken me a while to go back--blame my laziness and general apathy toward my hair.
I showed up to my appointment today to have S meet me at the door. This is what happened:
Me: "I've been working very hard at growing out my hair since the last cut."
S: "Let me look, to see if you have done a good job" (what the hey--does he seriously think I have control over how much my hair grows)
S: (after fumbling around with my hair for a bit) "well, its not bad, but you still need to grow it at least two more inches. At least."
M: "Okay, I'll keep devoting all of my spare time to growing it out." (again not even a sympathy giggle from S)
S: "This time, I will blow dry your hair. I want you to see what we can do if we blow dry."
(I get my hair washed for the first time ever with S)
S: "Since your hair is still not long enough I will have to cut it shorter so it looks longer."
M: "Ummm...say what???"
S: "You'll see."
(hacks away at my hair--never asking my opinion)
So I'll let you decide. I've posted below and after shots below. The before shot -- from last week The second two are today after S has worked on my hair. I think it does look longer--craziness!
I showed up to my appointment today to have S meet me at the door. This is what happened:
Me: "I've been working very hard at growing out my hair since the last cut."
S: "Let me look, to see if you have done a good job" (what the hey--does he seriously think I have control over how much my hair grows)
S: (after fumbling around with my hair for a bit) "well, its not bad, but you still need to grow it at least two more inches. At least."
M: "Okay, I'll keep devoting all of my spare time to growing it out." (again not even a sympathy giggle from S)
S: "This time, I will blow dry your hair. I want you to see what we can do if we blow dry."
(I get my hair washed for the first time ever with S)
S: "Since your hair is still not long enough I will have to cut it shorter so it looks longer."
M: "Ummm...say what???"
S: "You'll see."
(hacks away at my hair--never asking my opinion)
So I'll let you decide. I've posted below and after shots below. The before shot -- from last week The second two are today after S has worked on my hair. I think it does look longer--craziness!
Before
After
After
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