It's now been over two months since I've blogged. Many of you were probably beginning to wonder if I was ever going to return. I'm sure even more of you don't care or didn't notice the absence. But luckily, my journal writing experience (I'm still "writing" in the same journal that I started when I was nine) has taught me exactly what to do. I'm just going to start back up where I was and act like nothing happened.
With that said, this series of bewhiskered bedizenment is from when I shaved in preparation for the marathon.
Here's the before picture:
I call this first style "the king's adviser" for obvious reasons.
This one is "the Mario". That's a spicy meataball!!!
This next look is called "good cop, bad cop". I'll let you decide which one this is.
And finally, because I did this all to become more streamlined for the race, I decided I had to pay homage to the patron saint of Eugene, Steve Prefontaine.
Rugged, self-assured, adult. These are the words that describe a man that wears a mustache.