Resolutions

J.R. and I got a treadmill this weekend -- all part of a nefarious plan to get in shape, be healthy, blah, blah, blah. I gave up my exercise bike when I moved (Jen is giving it a good home), so I missed having stuff to do at home. Step aerobics are all well and good, but there's only so many times you can hear "Grapevine!" without wanting to shoot yourself in the head. Plus, I can get back to my running regime with a treadmill. You know, because with the rain and all, I had lots of excuses to not run. Now I only have one: I am a lazy fuck. Which doesn't sound that convincing in the morning when you don't want to work out. "Oh, I can't work out today. I am a lazy fuck." See? It's not a good rationalization.