High winds and a looming storm front sent me back to the treadmill this morning. I kept changing speed with every new song on the mp3 player, so it's strange that somehow I ended up doing 6 miles in precisely 54:00.

It should be no surprise, but I've discovered that if I wait until after my run for the first cigarette of the day, I run substantially faster... Like I think I'm doing a 9:30 pace or so, and it's more like 9:00. And yes, I'm working towards quitting entirely-- my deadline is my 40th birthday, 2 weeks from today...