Well it finally happened, everything was going far too well, in October I quit my 40 a day habit and as usual with all smokers that give up nothing in the fridge was safe and so inevitably I put on nearly two stone in two months. I started the c2k in December and I must admit for a 48 year old tubby with knackered lungs I found it all quite easy until this morning that is. I could only manage 21mins of the 25. I know I shouldn't beat myself up over it but feel I've let myself down. I know once I have wallowed in self pity for a few more hours and admit to myself that I'm not quite the athlete I thought I was I will be fine and will be raring to go first thing Monday morning. Just thought I would share a fail rather than a success.