Grassy Adventure!......Being punished for trying to stay fit

So yesterday was pretty eventful day!
Raine enjoyed her first time crawling in grass and playing with some of our cats mittens and patches along with getting some fun in the sun.
Now I never go outside because I'm super paranoid about being stung by bees or fire ants and I think I'm allergic to some kind of pollen or grass or something but I have no idea what it is.
She also helped me with the laundry (mostly helping me stall anyway lol).  I sit her in the laundry basket after I put the clothes in it and I pull her around in it.  She enjoys it as you can see.  I get a kick out of it to because she's full of giggles as I take her through the house in it.  She loves boxes, hampers and over hangs.

The darker cat is patches and the gray cat is mittens.  One of these days I'll be able to capture Poe when he's around.

Mittens is the testy one so I was busy trying to keep mittens at a relative distance that I wasn't paying attention enough to the fact that patches was curious about Raine too.  I'm pretty sure they don't like her now .

I don't know what my deal was but I was having some SERIOUS issues relaxing before turning in for the night.  My usual relaxation of playing with mittens and or patches ( our cats) or just simply watching some T.V. did nothing to help me unwind.
So I decided to get my shoes on and try running it off. At 10 pm.  It was stupid to go by myself but I was so restless! I headed to the dirt track that is about a block away from were I live and push the negative mojo out that way.
I was doing pretty good considering I haven't done any heavy exercise since before I was pregnant.  My nose was starting to run and I used my hand as a tissue since I had nothing else to use. (gross I know but I'm only human) I mention this because it plays a crucial part later in my story.

After finishing my run, I walked back to the house and felt pretty good.  I was sore, tasted blood in my mouth but I felt good.  And tired.  Tired enough that if I were to lie down I could fall asleep.
That's what exactly what I wanted since I couldn't do that earlier.

I got home and collapsed on the couch.  It felt good to lie down and just stretch my sore limbs and feel the burn of a good run.  My husband came out of our room and greeted me even though he was exhausted he was worried sick about me.  (aww he still cares :3)
So he got me a glass of water and I began to notice that my hand was itchy and burned a little.  I scratched it not really thinking about it.
After a few minutes I stood up and went to pour the rest of the water on my hand because it was bothering me.  So I went to the sink and turned the light on so that I could see what I was doing.  I began pouring the water on my hand when I noticed that it had broken out into hives!!!  HIVES people!!!
I got my husband and mother in law to look at it.  For the life of me I can't figure out what in the world I did to have my hand break out so badly!  I walked in the grass but didn't touch it with my hands.  I inspected my legs and there were no hives there.  So it couldn't have been the grass.  Also considering that I had been outside earlier that day with my daughter and hadn't broken out anywhere else.
I did have some quinoa for dinner (which was the first time I've ever had it) but I wasn't breaking out anywhere and I was breathing just fine.

I saw that I had a little bit on the upper part of my left arm along with a new spot beginning on my collar bone.  EEK!
So my husband took my clothes and I showered.  I was in there for a while and I can honestly say that was the deepest cleaning I have ever done.  I scrubbed and washed everything at least 5 times and I still didn't feel clean enough.  I was so paranoid that whatever was on my skin was going to stay there and that the hives would never go away!

I eventually went to bed and when I woke up this morning the hives were gone.  YAY!  So here's the moral of the story:
1. Don't work out late
2. Running on a familiar track isn't always the best idea
3. Outside environmental stuff hates me
4. I'm allergic to something and I'm not sure what in the heck it is.
In summary to what I mentioned, I'm never going outside again.  Just another thing to add to the list of reasons why I won't.  It goes right next to fear of bees and dogs.