This is Day One of No Smoking.
GAHHHHHHHH!
Oh ok - its not been that bad. Despite wanting to rip heads off and generally just being a moody COW (that may also be PMT), I think I've done quite well today. Nicotine patch on arm causing a splitting headache but the general feeling of smugness associated with [counts on fingers] um.....21 hours of no smoking is making up for that. Oh and I don't stink. Which is nice. I haven't even wanted a cig which is also nice though I think the 'cutting down' thats been going on for the past month stopped it being such a major blow. Anyway its all good.
Please poke me in the eye if you see me even thinking about buying any fags.
Other stuff.
Running - despite a bit of a intermittent start, it is coming along. Can now run 5k without dying. Times have also come down. This is in part due to increased level of activity (yup, am hyper again) and subsequent increase in fitness levels, finding out my usual course is in fact 3/4 of a mile longer than I thought it was and also because my friend keeps jibbing me in the virtual ribs if I don't go out. I also have a copy of his patented running log in Excel format which a) means I can track improvements b) beat myself up if I don't go out. it also means I'm turning into a Proper Geek but as I already have a log of Munro's and Ships, thats not really a surprise.
Hills - Carn a Mhaim was the first time I've been out in 2008 proper style. Was up Broad Cairn again in January but as explained to friend, it doesn't count as its just a walk along Glen Muick path then one short sharp hoof uphill and another wander along the tops really. CaM was a proper walk, with like 23km of scenic, if mind numbingly painful (big beets) wandering followed by 920m up the way. Anyway, it all went well, stonking day out (see poem in last post) and rekindled the old erm...single minded obsession with all things vertical. Plans are now being made for a Big Trip (or a series of Smaller Trips) west in July. High camps and west coast sunsets. Perfick. There is also the seed of a thought being casually tossed about amongst us about a possible long distance meander through some foreign lands. The Pyrenees have been mentioned. Anyway, much to be done before then. Went up a local hill on saturday with a friend. Was er.....bracing. Driving sleet/hail with intermittent spirks of sunshine. And despite the fact we got so cold our faces froze to the point where talking was becoming difficult, it was a superb day. Character Building were the words used :) This weekend I plan to do another but it largely depends on the weather. We've had pretty much non stop snow here for the past two or three days and its set to continue until Friday. I shall keep an eye on MWIS/SAIS and decide nearer the time.
Ships - I was down amongst my fellow Spotters the other night on Pocra Quay. Nothing much happening except for a couple coming in for Shell though now am on first names basis or at least waving terms with almost everyone there. Theres Blue Micra man who has a notebook and *everything*, theres also Blue Yaris man who just sits and stares and occasionally lets his Jack Russell out for a wee, theres the Old Couple who sit at even odder times of the night than I do and both get visibly excited when anything passes and well, theres a whole load of them. And me. Clapped out Clio Girl. I wonder if people coming down there for a snog (or more...erk...) or to eat their fish'n'chips think we're odd? When you actually think about it, its no odder than trains or planes or cars or birds or anything really. No its NOT!!
By the way - Should I ever get mistakenly arrested for being a weirdo or something, I now have a collection of over 200 colour photos in my defence.
Theres other stuff I want to talk about but its a secret and I'm not telling on here.
Right, off to smash my head off the floor to see if it'll take my mind of my headache.
GAHHHHHHHH!
Oh ok - its not been that bad. Despite wanting to rip heads off and generally just being a moody COW (that may also be PMT), I think I've done quite well today. Nicotine patch on arm causing a splitting headache but the general feeling of smugness associated with [counts on fingers] um.....21 hours of no smoking is making up for that. Oh and I don't stink. Which is nice. I haven't even wanted a cig which is also nice though I think the 'cutting down' thats been going on for the past month stopped it being such a major blow. Anyway its all good.
Please poke me in the eye if you see me even thinking about buying any fags.
Other stuff.
Running - despite a bit of a intermittent start, it is coming along. Can now run 5k without dying. Times have also come down. This is in part due to increased level of activity (yup, am hyper again) and subsequent increase in fitness levels, finding out my usual course is in fact 3/4 of a mile longer than I thought it was and also because my friend keeps jibbing me in the virtual ribs if I don't go out. I also have a copy of his patented running log in Excel format which a) means I can track improvements b) beat myself up if I don't go out. it also means I'm turning into a Proper Geek but as I already have a log of Munro's and Ships, thats not really a surprise.
Hills - Carn a Mhaim was the first time I've been out in 2008 proper style. Was up Broad Cairn again in January but as explained to friend, it doesn't count as its just a walk along Glen Muick path then one short sharp hoof uphill and another wander along the tops really. CaM was a proper walk, with like 23km of scenic, if mind numbingly painful (big beets) wandering followed by 920m up the way. Anyway, it all went well, stonking day out (see poem in last post) and rekindled the old erm...single minded obsession with all things vertical. Plans are now being made for a Big Trip (or a series of Smaller Trips) west in July. High camps and west coast sunsets. Perfick. There is also the seed of a thought being casually tossed about amongst us about a possible long distance meander through some foreign lands. The Pyrenees have been mentioned
Ships - I was down amongst my fellow Spotters the other night on Pocra Quay. Nothing much happening except for a couple coming in for Shell though now am on first names basis or at least waving terms with almost everyone there. Theres Blue Micra man who has a notebook and *everything*, theres also Blue Yaris man who just sits and stares and occasionally lets his Jack Russell out for a wee, theres the Old Couple who sit at even odder times of the night than I do and both get visibly excited when anything passes and well, theres a whole load of them. And me. Clapped out Clio Girl. I wonder if people coming down there for a snog (or more...erk...) or to eat their fish'n'chips think we're odd? When you actually think about it, its no odder than trains or planes or cars or birds or anything really. No its NOT!!
By the way - Should I ever get mistakenly arrested for being a weirdo or something, I now have a collection of over 200 colour photos in my defence.
Theres other stuff I want to talk about but its a secret and I'm not telling on here.
Right, off to smash my head off the floor to see if it'll take my mind of my headache.
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