Treading the Mill

I can do it. I can do it. For the past month I have been coming up with a rather impressive number of excuses not to drag my sorry, stout behind onto our treadmill. Headaches, pain in various parts of the body, a lack of sleep, energy conservation, malaise, all the socks are in the laundry, music player’s at the office and running’s doubly difficult without any sort of distraction; you name it, I’ve probably used it as a cop out. But that’s over. I am a changed man. I shall exercise tomorrow morning.








If I wake up at exactly 6.47am.