Eliot talked me down from chopping all my hair off last night. Well, he talked me down from making the appointment anyway. I always get the urge to have very short hair this time of year. In point of fact, Eliot was silent when he saw the picture of the haircut I was considering. Then he said (slowly) I should go ahead and do it. When I pushed he said he did prefer long hair, BUT that I would look great however I wore my hair. Right. Long disheveled hair it is. I’m already sweating. (Emma Watson, I think your hair is lovely.)
I had a great speed workout yesterday. I didn’t push things and I felt about 900% stronger than last Wednesday. Amanda thinks I was still recovering from not eating while I was sick the week before. Darn you glycogen stores.
Gotta book some tickets to Ireland now. Send me your orders for the Guinness Shop.