Director's Dare
Bad Hair Day
Thursday, April 1, 2004
You know, every week at least three times people, usually women but not always, come up to me and say, "Oh I just wish I could do what you do and shave off all of my hair. It would be so easy to get ready in the morning, blah, blah, blah."
Well, I'd like to set the record straight. First of all, ALL of my hair hasn't fallen out naturally, only a significant portion in the front has. Therefore, shaving is required. For any of you who have ever shaved, whether it be your chin or your armpits, you have to know that it's no cup of tea.
It takes me a minimum of 20 minutes every single day in the shower to get this Mr. Clean look. That makes me pretty unpopular when all the hot water is gone when it's my wife's turn to shower. Sunshine is definitely my enemy. The glare off of the old dome is so brilliantly blinding that it's been know to cause traffic accidents and left fielders to lose the ball in the gleam. All that, and I have to deal with the fact that I am BALD all the time.
The only reason I bring this up is that hair also provides an incredible buffer that is so taken for granted by those of you are not hair follicle challenged like myself. This morning, I was happily swimming away in the SUU Aquatic Center when I decided it would be good to back-stroke it a little. I flipped over and blissfully paddled my way down the lane, unaware of how close I was to the end. You guessed it. I bonked my head on the wall. For most people it wouldn't be that big of deal. It didn't really hurt anything except for my pride as I realized that the lifeguard and custodian had both seen my little blunder. I quickly ducked my head and kept swimming, you know, pretending that I didn't know that they knew that I had run into the wall. We've all done it before, right?
I swam 1200 meters this morning and felt great. I came home, jumped in the shower, filled my palm with shaving gel and began to lather it up.
Pain.
Stinging, vicious pain.
I gingerly touched the crown of my head and realized that I had skinned a quarter-size swatch off my dome. Now if I had hair, that would NOT have happened.
Anyway, enough of my You Really Don't Wish You Didn't Have Hair Because It's Not All You Think It's Cracked Up To Be Rant.
The training is going quite well. I dug my bicycle out of storage the other day and attempted a tune up of sorts. It still needs a little work, but is does roll.
I'm starting to realize the challenge of training for a three-disciplined race is the division of training time between the disciplines. At first I was very worried about the swimming part, so I really focused on that. Now I feel at least a little bit better about it, but realized that I've been really neglecting the running part. That's not even to mention that the only biking I've done was a quick jaunt around a couple of blocks to see if the wheels would turn on my old bike. They do, but training hasn't really begun in earnest yet. What I really need is a set schedule that I can stick to. If any of you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
Until the next time, keep the emails coming. I haven't been able to answer you all, but I am getting to it, a little at a time.
Labels: triathlon
