Eight or nine months have passed since I quit smoking, and about three since I started working out. Since the beginning of June I've been working out or trying to do real physical labor more or less every day. The only exceptions I have allowed myself have been days when I've been in too much pain to do anything. Along with my neighbor, friend type dude, Patrik, I had decided to sign up for an event this past weekend, a piece of new highway being taken into use and they were holding a competition event before letting the cars on. Runners, cyclists, inliners, wheelchairs and roller skiers.
And what do you know, I come down with a freaking cold. My frustration made me very irritable the whole weekend. By Monday, I was getting all itchy just because I hadn't been working out for 5 whole days.
Patrik found another event next weekend, right on election day. So now I'm dead set on doing that. Nothing's gonna stop me this time. Did a few kilometers earlier this evening - cold, almost dark, stormy and rainy. Ick.
Damn it felt good afterwards. Soon it'll be even colder and darker, and then I'll kick on the sauna before I head out. Hah, take that, darkness.
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