Today’s Run:  4.23 miles

I have been a blonde for as long as I can remember.  When I was a little girl, I was a towhead.  As I have matured (read, aged) my hair has gotten darker with each passing year and developed red highlights until I now find that I have an auburn look to my hair.

Not willing to admit defeat to maturity (again, read: age) I have been coloring my hair the same old blonde that I was in my younger years.

Today, it was time to go back to my “real” hair color.

Enter:  My hairdresser.

A First, though, I asked the all important question, “How much gray do I have?” She assured me that I hardly had any~IF any.  I have aged well with my hair…not so well with the rest of me (a little age related humor there   🙂

Amelia (My hairdresser) thought I was crazy to go from a “youthful blonde” to a brunette.  It had to be done.  I am too old to try to hang onto a true blonde.

Enter “Miss Clarol”.

I sat there in Amelia’s chair for what seemed an eternity.  I watched my hair turn to what seemed like a black color.  I knew that once the hair color was washed out it could not possibly be that dark.  Right???  It came time to shampoo and cut and style and…I think I like it?!?