No excuses any more

With no sign of a thaw, and more snow promised, I took some decisive action today and invested in a treadmill. It's second-hand, and was being sold by someone who trained on it for the marathon last year, so at least the treadmill knows what to do, even if I'm floundering!
Getting it home was fun...it had to be carried up a steep drive that was covered in ice, and then squeezed into the back of our car, but somehow we got it home. Our back room now looks more like a gym...it's a good job that hubby is very tolerant!
I've had a quick few minutes on the treadmill this evening, but need to spend a bit of time reading through the instructions and getting to know the different programmes before I can make best use of my new toy.
So...no more excuses. Nineteen weeks to go. London, here I come!