It's funny but I really really wanted a cigarette today. Proper, mouthwatering, deep-breathing, fantasy type craving. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to how or when these feelings hit me. It's been almost two and a half years now so you think it should have left me by now?
Oh well! At least I'm only craving smokes and not the ex!
Nice six miler on the Curragh sorted me out either way.
Heading west of the Shannon to visit the parents for the weekend so no running tomorrow. My plan is a few easy miles on Saturday and hopefully a fourteen miler on Sunday. Kind of looking forward to it!