It's all Lance's fault

It's 8:44 on a Sunday night and as I type this I can see, out of the corner of my eye, the treadmill we just bought this weekend.

And every time I try to ignore it, well, I can't really ignore it because it's taking up a good portion of this room. 

And it has these Livestrong type yellow bands on it, which of course reminds me of how Lance Armstrong kicked cancers' butt...and here I sit on the couch doing nothing... 

Oh, and then there are the cake batter rice crispy treats I made this weekend... I ate almost the whole pan.

Yep. Better late than never for a run. 

You only regret the workouts you don't do!