Bad Hair Day

Holiday weeks throw me off.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE them, but man, they throw me off.

And just in case you are wondering. In my mind a holiday week is when I have one day off of the week. (i.e. we had Monday off of this week)

(i.e. I don't know if I am using i.e. right but my 10th grade biology teacher always used it and it makes me feel smart)

Yesterday Luke and I went to a local Mexican restaurant and I was SO excited because it was 99 cent taco night.

I'm not the biggest fan of tacos, unless they are 99 cents. Then I am taco's #1 fan.

So I asked for several tacos. For the record I asked for more tacos than what I would normally get. I mean they are 99 cents right?

Wrong.

After the less than enthusiastic teenager working the register rang me up he told me my amount, and it was MUCH more than I expected.

To which I told him, umm It's Monday tacos are 99 cents.

To which he said, umm actually it's Tuesday.

Perfect.

Then for reasons I will never know I got up this morning at 5:30 and went to a boot camp class at 6:15.

Clearly I have gone insane.

The class itself wasn't bad if you are into that working out thing.

Which to be honest I'm not really.

I mean, my legs feel like jello right now. WHO WANTS THAT?

But I understand working out is good for the heart, yada, yada. And I don't want knees that look like two elephant butts by the time I'm 30 so it's time to start working out.

And yes I'm still doing the Couch to 5K, also known as the Couch to NEVER.

The boot camp wasn't that bad, other than the fact that I had to run a stadium for 10 minutes and I can't feel my legs.

However it was the aftermath that made me never want to go to boot camp.

It wasn't the smell of my body after rolling around a football turf. (shiver)

It wasn't my shaky jello legs that scared me away from ever going again.

It was my hair.

My hair that looks like somebody stuck my finger in an electric socket.

Which is oddly how my legs feel. Interesting.

I tried straightening it. (my hair not my legs)

I tried curling it.

I tried teasing it to give it some sort of structure other than the look of electrocution.

It wasn't budging.

So here I sit with my nasty hair in a pony tail, looking roooooough, wondering if I will go to boot camp again.

I actually enjoyed getting up early and doing something active, but this nastified hair is about to push me over the edge.

And I'm not even a girly girl, so you know it must be bad!

The next class is Friday morning so we shall see.

Decisions, decisions.

Does anybody else work out in the mornings? What are you secrets for getting ready for work and not having hair that looks like you got struck by lightning?