One of the best things about being an older sister is that you can con your younger siblings into all manner of shit, just to see if they are gullible enough to fall for it. It never gets tired. Like the other day, I talked my sister into letting me cut her hair.
Trouble is, the last laugh was hers because, unbeknownst to myself, I’m an awesome hairdresser. She reckons it’s the best haircut she’s ever had!
Then I decided to cut my own. It’s a lot harder cutting your own hair than your sisters because you have to look in the mirror and do everything backwards. Considering I can barely reverse a car, that’s not an easy task. And when you’re cutting your own hair, it matters if you stuff it up! I was much more tentative about hacking into it and doing fancy layering shit when I did my own so it looks okay.
I can run again. I have to take it easy this week – about 50% of my normal training schedule – but I can do it. That makes me happy. I want to try to get some swimming done this week too. And keep up the walking.