Change is coming. This weekend I decided a cancer patient would enjoy my hair more than I do; therefore, I head over to Oak Street Hair salon and chopped of 8 inches of tingly, split-end hair. Thanks to Mrs. Anne Hercules’ information, I found out that you could donate hair to Pantene with a minimum of 8 inches. Unlike Locks of Love, where you must have 10 inches to donate. My new healthly hair cut looks more like an 8-year old’s hair, but nonetheless, my donated hair will hopefully bring excitement and confidence to a cancer patient.
The next big change is more of a gradual change. Scott convinced me to join Iron Tribe Crossfit. I started the Crossfit 101 class last week. Normally, its a month long class, but since my work schedule isn’t normal, they made a concession for me, so I get to do the 101 class in 2 weeks by myself. This is my last week of 101 and I can’t wait to work out with the big kids. Iron Tribe has a bit of a reputation of being a “cult”. I would have to agree, but it’s a good cult- I think- I mean, it’s a cult of likeminded people who workout like animals, eat like cavemen, and listen to blazing loud rap music. I’m not going to lie- I love it, but I promise if I do join the cult, I’ll never be the president. So, I guess the change is that (hopefully) in a few months you might mistake me for an Olson twin…yea right- I wish. Here is the link if you want to become a cavewomen like me- with 8-year old school girl hair. http://www.irontribefitness.com/
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