Right now, I feel like Bill the Cat looks. You remember him, right? From the eighties, mostly.
If you're too young to remember him, I don't want to hear about it. Go back to your blanky. Anyway, I feel like he looks.
Not because of a cold. I stopped getting those when I started running. Not because of the flu, for the same reason.
Because of the wind. Yes, that's right, the wind. I'm allergic to the $%^@# wind.
The thing is, I'm allergic to dust mites, various types of pollen, and mold. Most of the time that's not a problem here. However, we've had unusual circumstances here in New Mexico, namely, 1) lots of moisture and humidity (more than the usual 18% that generally exists here) to create lots of dust mites, pollen, and mold spores and 2) lots of wind lately (gusting up to 30 mph and beyond) to blow it all around.
The result is a sore throat, congestion, tight chest, and general feeling like I'm going to hurl in the evenings when I try to late flat. Oh, and lets not forget the heartrate the spikes into zone 4 the moment I even look at a treadmill. Crap. I'm going to try to get through another speedwork session this afternoon - I wanted to get at least two in for the week since the Stealth Duathlon is coming up.
I'm going to have to start taking Benedryl tomorrow. I HATE taking Benedryl, and its cheap generic counterparts: Wal-dryl, costco-dryl, and K-dryl. Taking it before teaching is like taking sleep medicine and then trying to herd thirty cats into staying in one spot. For three hours. And no, teachers are not allowed to call in sick during testing weeks.
There's no moral or question here. I'm just whining out loud.
As Nytro often says, I. Hate. Everyone.