Post ciggie blues
Ran for the first time in ages on Saturday.
I’d hit the smokes again, not a great idea but it seemed like a good one at the time.
I’ve only just shook off the lungs and throaty feeling so it was about time I got out and pounded the streets.
Saturday morning, dropped Izzi off at Aunt Jennies with my Mum and headed down to Seaton.
Amazing I know but finally the full sea front is now open, no builders, no fencing just the wonderful expanse of the sea front. It’s wider now in some places too, the best bit is behind that nasty derelict bar where you’d have to squeeze past people coming in the opposite direction. It’s now wide enough for two joggers, a push-chair, a cyclist and an aging runner thrown in.
Anyway it meant I could pursue my old route, not a bad day for it too, a tailwind on the way out and a headwind on the way back. All was working as it should do but it was a shame to have to return to a slower pace after the week of smoking and the fortnight recovering. I’d worked really hard to get up a head of steam in my running and because of a bad week with a plumber and then the reaching for the ciggies put back all that hard work by well over a month.
Anyway a lovely morning and a nice run was had.