For the first time in almost a decade, I have decided to let my hair grow out. At first, it was in effort to save money on haircuts; but, really it was to have the option of a top bun adorned with a tiara. Thanks to my knee injury that has kept me from running since the beginning of the year with my ironman sister, Angie, the swishing of my hair in a high ponytail won’t affect my pounding-the-pavement performance. So right now, in honor of Willow Smith’s “Whip My Hair,” I’m whipping my hair back and forth. So, whip it real good.