AHEM. HACK. WHEEZE. That, my friends, is the beautiful symphony currently playing on repeat in my chest. Last night, sleep became a distant dream thanks to a throat feeling like the Sahara after a sandstorm. Turns out, those “burning eyes” during the race (thanks for the helpful diagnosis, Davie, you comedian!) were actually a sneaky tree pollen ambush. Now, said ambush has morphed into a full-blown coughing fit that’s threatening to conquer my entire torso. Talk about taking “trail dust” to a whole new level.
The good news? Three glorious weeks before my next mountain bike race – plenty of time to kick this cough to the curb (and maybe invest in some pollen-proof goggles, thanks again, Davie). But before I turn into a human cough machine, this weekend’s offering a much-needed escape: the Belt and a camping trip to Kings Hill. Anyone down for some fresh air (hopefully not pollen-filled) and good company? Hit me up, dirt lovers! My number’s (406) 322-DIRT – just be prepared to dodge a few rogue coughs when you call.
Notes:
Boneshakerbike 
Your Thoughts