After I read thirtybubba's post, I had a really hard time. A combination of work and some family stress had me thinking how I could slip out, pick up a bottle, and sneak it into my favorite hiding place. I told DW I needed a break, and instead put on my headset and jumped around in the basement to my favorite angst-laden music. That helped.
I think the fact that I took yesterday off from my run played into my weakness as well. I am addicted to the enorphins, a.k.a as the "runner's high."
Back on track today. The sober streak remains intact. (Day #38)