Warning: for the unforeseeable future, I will look like crap.

Spring is hitting me HARD, and I am leaking out of every orifice in ways that are both astounding and horrible. It’s *bad* this year – I know each year around this time I inevitably bitch about my allergies, but this is the first time I’ve ever needed to walk around with a bucket under my nose to catch the drips. When I lean my head forward, a river flows from my nose. It is awesome. Last night I slept with a box of Kleenex and woke up with a soggy pillow.

To save my own sanity and to avoid Picasso-esq facial art, I have to stop wearing makeup until the pollen in the air settles down a little. My eyes are actually leaking worse than my nose, and it’s making things .. crusty. It is not attractive. I hate going au natural – frankly, I *like* looking like a street walking clown – but having makeup drip into my eyes just makes everything worse. I’m swearing off the stuff until I can breathe again. I will look like hell, but the alternative is extremely uncomfortable.

I put 50km on Oscar last night, and by the end of today I’ll be just 80km away from speed. Tomorrow is supposed to be gorgeous – we’re talking double digits – and I’m confident I can get those last restricted km out of the way with a solid day of riding. The only question is where to go. I want to do some exploring and take some pictures, but I’m tired of my usual haunts. Maybe I’ll head east and see what I can find around Port Moody.

Time for caffeine and more Kleenex. I love spring, but this can stop now.