Two weeks ago (in the height of my academic craziness) I went down to DC to participate in our conference race. I had a pretty crappy race, but not crappy enough to knock me out of the top 7 on my team. Which means that I’m going to regionals at Lehigh (yay!) this upcoming Saturday.
It also means that I have a chinstrap. As in a strip of hair that runs from one ear, along the ridge of my jaw, to the other ear.
How are those two ideas connected? Well, as the team sat on the bus, dubiously eyeing the course meant to hold our conference meet, we entered a pact. Each man that made it to Regionals (that is, the top 7 on the team) wouldn’t be able to shave until then. It was one of those dumb things teams do for good luck, like growing matching Mohawks or not washing their uniforms or somesuch.
I was a little leery of the idea, since my own beard is so sparse when I let it grow out (which is never). More importantly, I also have to look relatively clean for teaching. My observers don’t tolerate scruffiness.
A decent compromise was found in the aforementioned chin strap. It’s a bit scraggly, and it’ll have to go after Regionals is done. For the first time since I began growing it, though, I think I’m going to miss it.
P.S. Not for the first time, I wish I had a digital camera so that you guys could truly appreciate what I’m describing. Ah, well.Share on Facebook