Only seven more days before I get my throat sliced open by a surgeon who is only 7 years older than me.
And, for the better I'm sure, in seven more days I'll be cigarette free. (The surgeon mentioned this whole thing about the extremely negative effects of inhaling nicotine into an open wound... etc, etc, etc....) It's slightly saddening right now, but in the greater scheme of things it might improve my running.
Added bonus - I won't be suffering from any early withdrawl nic-fitting bitchiness. I'll be on a morphine drip. :O