The Pony Tail Blog
The Run JunkEes athletes were discussing who was girly enough to write a post about pony tails. To end the discussion before it got ugly I volunteered.
And right now you're asking yourself, "Is this joker qualified to write a post about the pony tail?" Oh yes I am... I have a colorful history of hair. The first haircut of my own choosing was a mullet. And what a bitchen mullet it was... That was followed by the buzz cut. Then there were those four years in college where I didn't have enough money for a haircut. I kept the long hair for a few years after graduation, then went all clean cut for a while. The lady I would marry asked me to grow out the hair again, so I did. I kept that a couple years. Now I wrangle the hair of my two daughters when they need help getting ready in the morning. There. There's my pony tail credentials. And through it all I have been an athlete of some kind.
So what's the deal with the pony tail and running? Why write about it? What to write about it? It's just hair.
And I think that's kind of the point. It's just hair. When you are exercising, it gets in the way. Put it in a pony tail and get on with it. If you don't find some way to tie it back, it's just going to be a terrible mess later and you'll regret it. So how to go about this? Amazing enough, there are lots of options. First, let me go ahead and plug the Run JunkEes Bondi Band. Slap that on your noggin and you should be good to go. After that there are the more traditional hair ties. And if you've never been in the hair tie section at the store, count yourself lucky. There are tons of choices. My favorite (both for myself, and my kids) is the thin, plain looking elastic band. No, not the one with the piece of metal holding it together. Those will break your hair and your sweat will corrode the metal. (Unless you're three, in which case you will take it out and put it on your doll before we get all the way out of the house in the morning. But I digress.) Get the ones that don't have the metal. And if you have a whole lot of hair, get the thick ones. And if you have even more hair than that, get the thick ones and double up with one of those scrunchie things. Go ahead and spring for the pretty one. Unless you're 8 years old and you just want to wear it as a bracelet and lose it in the lunch room at school and then cry because your favorite is gone. Then just save your parents the headache just leave it at home.
Wait... Where was I? Oh right. Hair. Lots of hair.
Back in college I had the opportunity have my flowing locks put up in lots of little braids for an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. This was pretty awesome right up until I almost took my own eye out. I was the coolest white bread hippy college kid with corn rows you've ever seen. With a bleeding eye. Honestly, someone should have stopped me. It was dumb. (In hind sight, I probably should have just bought clippers and shaved my head through college.) To save the day I had to pull my braids back into a pony tail. And I was no longer the super cool hippy college kid playing frisbee. And it hurt to brush all that out later. So, don't do that.
Pony tails. Better than having your vision, breathing, and mouth choked with your own hair.
5/31/2014 12:38:01 pm
You sir are awesome!
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