I went running this morning--did a nice, easy three miles. It was raining a bit, and I like running in the rain, so I had a pretty decent pace and nothing was hurting too noticeably. I could have easily done another mile or two but I was on a bit of a time crunch since I was supposed to meet Kelly at the gym to work out at 9am. And so, when I finished running, I went home and had a quick shower and washed my hair even though I was planning on going to the gym next and getting all sweaty again--because I get downright gross and smelly when I run (even though I was wet from the rain) and I just couldn't inflict that much stench on Kelly.

That's one.

So, made it to the gym for 9 and Kelly and I had a good heavy workout, after which I did another half hour of cardio on the EFX machine--so I'm sweaty again. And, since I had an appointment to get my hair cut/colored at 1, I went home and showered and washed the hair again.

That's two.

Made it to my hairdresser for 1, and my hairdresser (who has been doing my hair for nearly ten years with never a single problem) mixed up my color, put it on my roots, set the timer for twenty minutes, and I proceeded to kill time reading a book. He went to take care of another client while my color set. Twenty minutes later the timer dinged, and one of his associates came in and put the color on the rest of my hair. Two minutes after that my hairdresser came in to check on me, took one look at the color, and said, "What the hell??" (I'd thought the formula looked a little darker than usual, but I'm used to him changing things up every now and then.) Next thing I know I've been ordered back to the shampoo area, and the girl back there is told, "Get that off her hair!"

That's three.

After the rogue color (which was some kind of darkish muddy brown and NOT my usual obnoxious red) was rinsed out, he came in and put a stripper/color remover on my hair and had me sit with that on for about ten-fifteen minutes. Then that got washed out.

That's four.

Then I had to dry my hair again (because color has to go on dry hair, and luckily he warned me that my hair would look very strange with the color stripped off, because it was seriously freaky--a blondish brownish reddish noncolor that was way too light) and finally he put on a super rich RED shade--which is not quite as permanent as what he was planning on using, but since he thinks the bottle was mislabeled, he wasn't about to mess with that again until he figured out what happened, and he told me I could come in and have it "recharged" for free. Had to sit in a plastic bag (not all of me--just my scalp) under a dryer for 15 minutes, and then finally had that color washed off.

For a grand total of five times that my hair got washed today!! I couldn't be upset with my hairdresser, though, because I've been going to him for nearly a decade, and this is the first time anything has gone amiss with my color, and I had the utmost faith that he would fix it before I left. (Actually, he told me that I would not be ALLOWED to leave until it was fixed!) The final color turned out terrific--seriously obnoxiously red without looking bizarre. But man, my scalp sure feels tight now!!