I live in the Land of Bad Hair Days; if the wind doesn’t get you, the humidity will. September usually offers a relief from the humidity so good hair days are possible, albeit rare. With the exception of this year, apparently. So what do to with hair and running. I don’t want to say I try to look fashionable and attractive while running, because I don’t (I run to look attractive in all those fashionable clothes I wish I owned), but it’s hard to run when you have crazy hair. Here are a few thoughts on hair styles and accessories.
I wish I could tell you how many of these I’ve owned during my lifetime. Too many to count, really. But they’re kind of a necessity if I want my hair to stay off my neck during workouts. I just wish I could find even a few of the 100,000 I’ve purchased over the years. Where the hell do they go?
You will own 5,000 but will not be able to find one when needed
The Braid Pony:
This is a dangerous hairstyle. It’s super cute on people with long hair, I admit, but a slight turn of the head turns this “super cute” hairstyle in to a whip that slashes across your own face. Speaking from experience, it’s just too painful to deal with.
I’ve got a love/hate relationship here. My best friend forever recommended a really good brand of awesome headbands about 10 years ago. Shockingly, after a decade they’ve lost some of their elasticity and the company no longer sells this product, so I’ve been forced to find an alternative. I’m fairly certain the sole purpose of this new headband is to form a permanent indent circumventing my head. Because man it hurts. It holds my hair back, too, but it also turns me into The Lion King.
This is my new favorite. I have cowlicks everywhere and baby hairs that never grow longer than two inches, so finding a way to tame all of that is a daily battle. Until I learned to side braid. This isn’t a side braid, but I like this style, too. It’d be dramatic to say it’s been a lifesaver, but it certainly has made life a little easier. Also, it looks like I’m skilled in all things hair. I’m not, but it makes me feel fancy.
Flyaways and baby hairs don’t stand a chance!