Well the Zyban worked in packing up the fags! Nearly 3 weeks without one a don't miss them at all. I get the odd thought of "I'll just have a fag before I...", but it goes as quickly as it comes.
So to celebrate this new found energy and freshness I've started running...
Even as a kid I hated running, but I decided that if anything was going to get me to something approaching fitness, running would be it.
So after a few runs I've got to the point of run 4 minutes, walk 2 minutes, repeat 5 times. Tonight I'm doing doing run 6, walk 2, repeat 3. OK, so I'm gasping like a salmon on the bank, but god it feels good.
The strange thing is, I'm really enjoying it and feel guilty when I have a (needed) rest day. I never thought I'd see the day that I would look forward to donning trainers and running around. Weird, eh?