Had a chance to run at my mom’s, but it wasn’t one of my funnest (is that a word? LOL) Anyway, against my better judgement I chose NOT to wear a hat on this run. About a mile and a half into my run my ponytail started to come undone. So I sucked my gut in stuck my bottle in my fanny pack strap and tried to redo my ponytail. Guess what..the freaking rubberband snapped apart. OH YEAH! I get to run the next 4.5 miles with my hair (that goes 3/4 of the way down my back) flapping in my face. It wasn’t so bad on the way out, but on the way back at about mile 4.6 I couldn’t stand it any longer. I got mad and stopped, turned off my GPS and then thought…what if this was my marathon. Would I just quit because my hair tie broke? NO!! So I turned my GPS back on and continued running.