30 years ago I vowed to quit smoking tobacco. Sometime around this past Christmas I finally succeeded. Unfortunate timing maybe, but I also developed some debilitating health issues around the same time. I became so weak, just standing up gave me better rushes than a hit of killer weed. Walking the dog became brief moments outback only a few steps away from the door. My best days were spent but a few degrees shy of tipping over.
This went on until, uh, ... I guess I turned a corner a couple of weeks ago.
I'm actually walking the dog over to Mary's Park across Sam Page Road now. I'm not tearing it up but I am feeling better for sure now having bagged three consecutive 1/2 mile loops. Ten days ago, I could not walk 100 yards without stopping.
I'd say I am back, but well, now days, I need to be careful how much I promise myself. I guess I am just grateful for how much I have bounced back now. I will keep pushing even though it is so easy to give in. This is a painful comeback, as painful as anything I have ever experienced.
The true silver lining though is it has been approximately seven months since I rolled a cigarette.
Keep it 'tween the ditches .......................................