Everyone has their pre race routines. Some involve oatmeal, others a morning jog. For me, a large part of that mantra has been the braid ritual. What started in high school as a desperate desire to compensate for my awkward technique in race-day photographs has morphed into a Nordic pastime, one only fueled by the Katnis’ and Khaleesis of the world.
Through studying my contemporaries and heroes, I’ve devised a list of race day options, all worthy of the course and indicative of the personality wearing them (keep an eye on the blog for a brother segment: Mustaches of Mass Starts).
The Tropical Bird (duh): for the chick (or dude) who isn’t afraid to trend-set, fearlessly showing her true colors on and off the course.
The Khaleesi (AKA Dino Head): Braids on braids. On braids. The classic frenchies are fierce, and in my opinion, fast.
The Lobster Tail: For when headgear is an afterthought.
The Power Braid: it’s in the name.
The Pigtails: Double power braids. I needn’t say more.
The High Pony: Yeeehaw. Can be seen at any JNs dance, on any midwestern skier. Or Dartmouth at carnival.
The Chill Pony: For those who are just…shreddin’ the gnar, breh.
The I don’t give a rip: Turns out, hair doesn’t actually matter. You can race well no matter how you look (barring any major aerodynamic miscalculations). That won’t stop me from braiding, but whatever works.
P.S. It’s almost the end of December! Check out my Lowdown page to get news on what’s actually happening to me!