Blink

Warning: This blog entry is likely to make little sense if you're not a fan of Dr. Who.

There has been some speculation about who would serve as the 12th Doctor when Matt Smith chooses to hang it up, but I've been pretty ambivalent so far. After this morning's workout, I feel strongly that Amber would make a great Doctor.

During the workout, I heard her say "ten more seconds" ... and then it felt like another thirty minutes elapsed before she got to the end of her countdown. "10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 1/2 ... 1 17/35 ... etc."

Her ability to control time clearly qualifies her to be a Time Lord. How else can you explain the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey countdown?

These workouts feel like an eternity. Everything burns and aches. I briefly felt better after the workout when Rick said, "Sweat is your fat crying." I stopped feeling better when I laughed ... because it hurts to laugh.

And remember this: Whatever you do, don't blink. (Season 3, Episode 10, Dr. Who)