I went to the gym today, despite being extremely sick. I actually had a good chest/triceps workout. Felt very weak at first, but then things kicked into gear. Took forever, though.
What sucks is that the only way I can get from the gym to work is to take a bus from the downtown station out to where I work. And this bus station is where I used to buy H, and it is guaranteed that you will be touted by salesmen as you make your way to your bus. They know who I am. They want me back.
So ya, I can ride the post-gym high to walk through this without any temptation. But still, it does suck. Little things, like the smell of the bus exhaust combined with the scent of menthol cigarettes, makes me flashback like crazy.