I can't find my lungs

[sharkynell]

I went on the first bike ride of the year today--nine excruciating miles in the wind and cold. It felt good to be out there, but I was covered in cold hives when I got home, as I knew I would be. (Yes, I frequently break out in hives when my skin gets cold--sometimes even in warm weather, if I'm sweating and there's a breeze. Which, being a cyclist, is ALMOST EVERY TIME I GO OUTSIDE. It's lots of fun, let me tell you.) The ride was easy enough, save for the ever-present pre-spring headwind on the way back south, and I rode with Pat, which is always fun. We were laughing so hard at one point I couldn't ride a straight line. No point in explaining what was so funny. It wouldn't really translate.

God, it's no wonder I abandoned this thing for so long. I have nothing to talk about.