Yesterday, 2 minutes into my run on the treadmill at the YMCA, my elastic hairband broke. No longer a helpful circle, but a useless string of elastic, I tucked it in my pocket and tried for the “hair knot”. I twisted, tucked, and pulled my hair into a tight, strong knot that lasted all of 1 minute.
Not to be dissuaded I thought,
“Women run with their hair down, I’ve seen it in movies, especially in movies around the LA area.”
So I continued running, my long, heavy, thick, curly hair bouncing about.
3 minutes later a complete stranger appears at my shoulder holding out a pony tail holder.
Thank you kind stranger, you made my run far more enjoyable and reminded me to be aware of times that I can offer up some kindness too!