I went for a run last night, as a smoker. Smoked all day before and afterwards and my god, was it awful! My chest was tight, painful and I was gasping. I'm not in any denial, I'm definitely not in the shape I was! But those fags have definitely done something to my insides and I couldn't get that thought out of my head. So I had a bit of a Sherman Klump (Nutty Professor - 'YES. I. CAN!') moment, stubbed out my last cig at 10:20pm last night and have had my peachy flavoured ecig instead... Although I have suffered with two half charged batteries and a dog hair in my e-juice cartridge. The only way is up though! Surely!