After work today, I came home, surfed the web for a while, talked to my sister, then got on the treadmill for my long run. An hour later, I went into the bathroom to check what Mitch calls my "Tina Red Face" (my face turns abnormally red when I work out, and stays that way for about an hour) and to admire the sweat rings on my shirt, almost like my badge of honor for the 4.5+ miles I logged today. (I realize this is strange behavior, but it makes me feel good. Don't ask why.) I was feeling tired, but proud of my cardio accomplishment when I noticed it.
A gray hair.
It was on the left side of my head. It was shorter than the rest of my hair, sticking straight up amongst the rest of my sweat-soaked hairs. Begging to be noticed.
I leaned closer, thinking that it was most certainly my imagination, or that the light must be hitting it wrong.
It is definitely gray.
I'm making an appointment with my hair colorist tomorrow.