Day Two began quite well actually. Got up, dressed straight into running gear, packed son off to nursery, threw ipod about for being a git and deleting all my tracks for no reason at all, reloaded ipod and set off in a gale force south westerly on my usual 5k route.27 minutes, 28 seconds and 64 hundredths of a second later I was back!
This slashed 90 seconds off my previous time. Happy? I literally danced round the kitchen. Ok so its not exactly record breaking, in fact its pretty bad but it means that I have finally cracked sub 9 minute miles once again and am now fired up to return to previous (previous previous) times. I'm actually trying to find certificate from last 10k I did to find my times - just as a useful guide. I also have two grazed knees and one cut elbow from going arse over tit on the ice twice. No pain, no gain dude.
Anyway, so buoyed by my early morning goody-two-shoes-ness, the afternoon was actually not too bad on the No Smoking front. Didn't miss them at work at all! Trouble started in earnest the minute I got home. Its been a routine for so long to arrive back, switch kettle on, switch laptop on, light up and reeeeeeeeeelax. Today I was lost. Couldn't have a cuppa without a fag. Switched on laptop and sat staring blankly at it, unable to focus on anything productive whilst my brain screamed for nicotine.
I did announce to fellow house dwellers that I wasn't feeling particularily social and when asked if I wanted anything from shops, replied 'willing victim and a sharp pointy stick'.
I really did think that all this stuff about getting very mad when stopping smoking was a load of roobish.
Its not.
Yours
Slightly Smug ex-smoker.
*Disclaimer 1: I am retaining sense of humour so please read this with your tongue firmly planted in cheek to achieve full effect.
*Disclaimer 2: For all readers in foreign parts [waves]
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