Tuesday 9th February - 1.23pm Great Yarmouth (work)
Last night I forced myself on a 2.5 mile run in the blistery wintery winds of Great Yarmouth. The little stretch I ran along the seafront was particularly bracing and my parents' faces, when I stopped at their house to do some weights and have a breather, were particularly telling of how much like death I must have looked. I returned home, showered and gorged on steak, spicy mash and veggies. Drool. Then I got nice and warm in my bed, watched most of Scarface before falling asleep worn out.
Today has seen the onset of feelings of mania. I wouldn't say I'm manic right now but I can certainly feel it growing somewhere inside me. My lungs and bloodstream are getting confused; wondering they're receiving all this clean smoke free air for a change. Game of squash tonight then some beers which will be a good test of my resolve. It's strange how running around to the brink of a heart attack makes you want to have a cigarette afterwards - but it does.
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