a lurge ick.

I don't know what is in the air, but whatever it was, I am allergic to it. Sunday I spent the day moping around like a zombie. Monday I felt like someone had jammed a can of EZ cheese up my nose and emptied the yellowish, cheese substitute into my nasal cavity. (I still went for a run, I figured I would either sweat it out, or die, both of which would be better than sitting around suffering) Tuesday the EZ cheese had migrated to my ears, so I could hear nothing. I didn't die on my run, and I still hadn't sweated everything out. It was 95 degrees, so I figured a bike ride with some intervals and hill repeats would certainly achieve my goal of death or healing through perspiration. Unfortunately, neither occurred. I went home and spent the evening on the couch with a kick ass migraine. Wednesday I was still hearing impaired, and we went to Bear brook. A 2 and a half hour ride getting lost on singletrack and fire roads was the miracle cure for my allergies. I think I should get a doctor's note saying I need to do that at least three times a week, but I don't like going to the doctors, so maybe I will just self medicate.