I am.

As I snarf down my fourth coffee clothed in my running outfit, which I have heretofore worn only to RUN ERRANDS, I realize that just chasing the UPS man down the street for my signature-required packages isn’t going to cut it for exercise.

As I posted last week, I’m on the hunt for a new desk; if I double my budget, I can get this snazzy TrekDesk, which perches over my treadmill and allows me to work while walking very, very slowly. (Slow walking = no sweat, hence its popularity among folks for whom B.O. would be an office hazard.)

As if feeling like a blob isn’t motivation enough, there’s even a Twitter #hashtag for the mobile office.  #treadtweets tracks miles walked and worked, and it’s nothing short of astonishing to see a report of 11.98 miles covered in the time that I’ve mocha-choco-latte’d my way through a stack of e-mails.