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I sigh while I'm dry-blowing my hair.It consumes so much of my time to wash,condition,dryblow and restyle my long hair.It takes me every day at least one hour.I have to do it frequently,after each fitness training,after each time I have run.I perspire profusely and my hair is wet of sweat.I like running and I am really good as I humbly state.Everyone says so.I now run 10 miles in about 58 minutes and am still making progress.I want to run everyday,almost at least and when I have to skip a day I am restless.Well,that means at least one and a half hour of training.So you can see how much time I would spare if I hadn't to spend so much of it on my haircare.

Cut offthe lotloften I have heard that,but I love my hairlof course I have considered it but I don't know to decide.

These thoughts again pass through my mind while I am running over a sidewalk.Suddenly I stumble over a loose tile and before I knowl lie horizontally and facedown.My knee hurts,I have a hole in my jogglngpants.A man helps me to get up and I limp,leaning against him,towards the door he came from.

It is a barbershop! "Sit down,"he says and helps me into a barberchair!

"I get a dsifectant."he says,"the street is dirty."

I have a gtaze at my knee and he smears iodium on it.It stabs furiously!

"Shall I call a txxi for you?"

"No,thanks,I think I can walk.I live not far from here."

The hurting lessens already.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"He is very polite and nice to me.I take it for granted that he is the owner of the shop.He is mid forty i suppose,not tall but sturdy.

"I don't think so,thank you,you are very nice and I appreciate your help." I hesitate and to my own astonishment I add:"There is something you could do for me:I need a haircut."

I can:t believe itlDo I want that?

"Than you are on the right spot,"he laughs,"you even needn't get up."

He grabs a cape and throws it over my shoulders."Will you please lift your hair?"He fixes the cape. "So,what can I do for you?"

I am browbeated.What am I doing?

"I don't really know. . ..I,,,,well. . . "I stammer.

"Okay,you are a little upset.Tell me what troubles you."

Is it caused by the emotions of my misstep or the kindness of this man which make me willing to put my confidence in him?In any case I tell him that I love running and that I am good but that my waist long hair steals so much of my time.

"I see what your problem is.You have beautifull hair and you object to cut it.But I think you should take it or leave it.You have to choose.What do you love most:your hair or running?"

I cannot do without running.Can I do without my long hair? When I cannot run mv life seems idle."

"So?"

"I can run with long hair.But....I have considered to cut it often,not being able to decide."

"But while you are running you should like to have a short hairdo?"

"Yes.Oh,my god,it is such a difficult decision."

"Let me help you with that decision.Only trust me."

"How short should I go then?"

"Leave it to me.Is it really important to you to know ?In any case short means a dramatic change."

"Okay,go along.I give you a free hand."

*Thank you my dear.Well,there we go.Are you ready?"

I am startled and say trembling:"What are you going to do?I don't want to become bald."

"RelaxlTellme your name.Mine is Bill."

"Lisa."Tears are gathering.What am I doing?

"Well,Lisa,I will be gentle with you.But you must know that only areally short hairstyle will be efficient if you want to spare time.Do you agree?"

"Yes,I trust ,you,Bill.Do it quick before I back out."

Suddenly he comes in action.He gathers my hair into a ponytail,twits it and ties it very close to my scalp at my crown.He turns the chair so that I cannot see myself in the mirror.I startle again when suddenly I hear the humming sound of the clippers.He pulls my ponytail taut and then I feel the clippers run over my head,from all directions and suddenly my ponytail comes loose and freed hair whirls over my head.Bil pushes my head towards my chest and I feel the clippers at my nape climbing towards my crown,plowing through my hair.Two,three,four,five times.Then he steps to my right side,pushes my head to the left and moves the clippers in fiont of my ear towards my temple.Next over and behind my ear and then the same action on the other side.After that he takes a large comb and places it horizontally in my hair on top near to my scalp.He mows with the clippers over the comb and strands of hair are falling down.

At last he speaks:"Well,the bulkhas gone.I will have to match the back and sides with the left hair on top."

He turns the chair.

"Don't be frightened,"he says,"I warned you for the change."

I am bewildered when I see my reflection in the mirror.A strange girl looks back.

"What do you think?"he asks

"I don't know."I want to cry but hold back

"I think it would be better to make the sides and back a little shorter.Do you mind?"

I am dazed and I don't carc any more."No,if you think so."

My beautifull long hair has gone.I look down and cannot hold back my tears seeing this mass of lovely locks lie useless on the floor.

"Don't cry,little lady,you willsee how convenient short hair is."

Again he switches the clippers on and now I feel them right on my skin.A shower of short hair is raining down and I see the pale skin on the sides of my head appear.I assume that the back will show the same image.The hair on top is shortened till its length is not more than ll4 of aninch,all standing erect. Bill brushes all loose pieces of hairfrom my head and face and removes the cape,sending the rest of my tresses to the floor.

"All done.A nice and neat flattop.Your hair will no longer bother you."

'*Thank you,Bill.K'll need timr to get accustomed to my new image,"I say sobbing.

He hugs me."You'll come over it.Come back if you like."

When I get ready yo pay him he says:"No charge,it is after closing time and I am happy being able to help out such a lovely lady."

In the following days and weeks I get convinced of the advantages of my new hairstyle.No more waist of timell am no longer a slave of my hair.And it feels marvellous when I am running,the wind brushing my nearly bare skin.I even have the idea that I run ever faster.

After two weeks I go back to Bill for acheck-up.

"Well,little lady,what this time?"

"You were right,Bill.I love my short hair.But I need a trim.Maybe you could shave the back and sides a little higher."

"High and tight,yes?Then I have to shave you with arazar.."

What if I hadn't stumbled and fallen in front of Bill's barbershop?Probably I should still waste time taking care of my long hair.Time which I now use to extend my trainingstime.And with successl Why didn't I do this eariier?Yet,sometimes I dream that I am brushing my long hair and when I awake I feel sad.

"You'll come over it,"Bill had said.Well,I hope so.Not that I am mourning all the time,but there are moments that I am remembered of my loss.Therefore I have removed from my room the picture from me standing next to my mother and put it away in a drawer.

Of course did my transformation cause quite a commotion. At first with my doormate, Luanne,when I returned on that particular night.

"Jesus Christ,why did you do that?"she shrieked.

"I stumbled in front of a barbershop,was brought in and put into a barberchair.It just happened."

"RubbishlWe have discussed cutting your hair repeatedly and you always rejected it.Why did you change your mind and so radicallylYou are nearly bald."

I told her whal happened.

"He was so nice and when he asked if he could do any more for me ,I said:"Yes,you can cut my hair."I really didn't know what came over me but I did."

"But why did you let him cut offsomuch?

"I think that I had been motionally affected,so I lost control over myself And I could not see what he was doing as he turned the chair away from the mirror.What the fuck,it happened."

When I came to college the next day my fellowstudents gathered around me and I had anumber of things to explain.But I noticed somewhat amazed that the interest in me had increased.Even by Brian,a good looking young man and always surrounded by girls,while he had never had approached me before.But L had not the time nor did I feel like it to start a relationship.Though it amused me!

Next my motherlln the phone I had told her that I had my hair cut but had not said how short.I had no doubt whatsoever that my 19 years old,curious younger sister would call me back. Indeed she did and I told her the whole story and emphasized that she should put wise on mother with the necessary tact lest she would get a heartattack when I showed up with my new look.

I don't intend to inform my father.I meet him a few times a year and I'll confront him with my new image.Especially to shock his girlfriend,Amber,who is only a few years older than I am.She is always dressed and styled like a model,which she would like to be,but she doesn't radiate enough.She always envies my hair.Well,there is no more need for it!

I run.I am a running girl.I feel mysrlf freed.Free from bothering abnout my hair.My head feels light.I seem to fly.In front of my competitors!

The end.

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