Pollen, schmollen.
For as long as I can remember, with seeming randomness, allergies have wrecked havoc and rained misery on day long chunks of my life. As pretty|green|neat|colorful|etc as plants are they drive me nuts. And as i’ve learned through the years - they seem to be at fault for most of my allergic reactions. Sidelined this weekend by a cold, I committed to laying off from the trails today. But i could hardly resist getting outside and seeing others enjoy the same trails I think of as my battleground. I found myself over at Chatauqua Park perched on a blanket reading a book. I found myself glancing over the top of my book, basking in the glory that was - people strolling and loving our mountain parks. Sneaked in a few peeks of some montanas too. The cold was getting the best of me…I rolled over and took a nap.
Woke up with sneeze. Allergies. They’re back. My nose is raw. I hate them. I hate pollen. I hate being incapcitated. Cold and allergies? How did I distinguish, you’re thinking… Hell, I don’t know how, but I knew. And I still know as the pile of kleenex builds up to my side. Bah humbug (sp?) to allergies. Yeehaw to spring!
Filed by ryanroth at April 23rd, 2006 under Mowntins