So I wake up and start T25 again. It was fine, really nothing to report. Then I shower, get ready, and head out to my car. Now I know I promised that I was going to start doing my hair and whatnot, but I figured I would hide my wet frizzy hair with some new red lipstick.
Well.
In case anyone was ever curious about what the weather is like in Northwestern Pennsylvania in January, let me just assure you that it's cold. Damn cold.
So I go open my car and I can't even turn my key because it is so frozen solid. So there I am. 6:55 in the morning, without gloves and wet hair. I was a victim of noseicicles I tell you, and I felt that mother nature was out to sabotage my day. So for 45 minutes I spent going back and forth boiling water and throwing it on my keyhole. I have heard horror stories when I lived in Idaho about girls who would walk to class in the winter with their hair wet, and then their hair would freeze and simply snap off. So on top of freezing off my you know what, I was also in constant fear the whole time that the last five years I have spent nurturing and caring for my 1/2 inch per year hair growth would be taken from me in seconds.
So I roll up to work late and almost immediately I begin to notice a painful prickling feeling in my lips. So now on top of my frozen block of hair on my head I am having an allergic reaction to the lipstick. I wiped it off but it still stung for the rest of the day. I wasn't able to see myself in a mirror since teachers don't pee, but no one said anything to me about my lips swelling. I did feel a constant thump in my top right side of my lip throughout the day though. So day one and I have already failed from my goal.
The day went on fine other than having numb lips. Then as I was leaving work, I walked up to my car only to see that I was in the very same predicament that I was in this morning. My locks were frozen shut. Oh, and my FOB wouldn't let me back in the school. So there I was. Sitting outside in negative 10 degrees with no hat, no gloves, and only a pair of riding boots for comfort, sitting there thinking that I would have to wait outside until Steve could pick me up at 5:30. I thought surely that would be the end of me. My life was going to end right there, spending my final moments in the back entrance to the Charter School. Luckily a janitor opened up the door to throw something out and I ran back inside until Steve was able to come save me. He brought a lighter with him and we lit up my key with fire to unfreeze my keyhole.
I take some real blog quality pictures if I must say so myself.
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