A Doctor Who Fan is Born

Ok, so I was born not so recently, but I am (rather ashamedly) quite new to the wonderful world of Doctor Who.  I know, I know.  Let the castigating begin.  It's not that I haven't wanted to get into it, it's just that for a long time, I'd just put it off, prioritized it lower that the myriad other science fiction, fantasy and horror shows and books out there begging for my attention.  There's a lot out there, and it can't all make the cut.

That being said, I finally got into it a while back, and I have to say, it's rather addictive.  It's hard to squeeze it into an already busy schedule, but as there should always be time for reading and watching material in one's chosen genre(s), in this household there is time for Doctor Who.

I'll admit, I'm not a really big "Whovian".  I don't know all the doctors, am only now learning all the cool lingo and trivia from it, and really couldn't carry on an intelligent conversation with someone regarding the show.  But I'm getting there.

I find it holds my attention well enough to adapt to my workout routine, that sadly isn't as regular as I'd like it to be.  A 45-minute show gives me a full half an hour on the elliptical machine, complete with warm up and cool down.  I put it on the Kindle and let it play while I burn off a few of those beers from the prior evening.  I call it my "Doctor Who workout".  Pure calorie-burning, endorphin-raising science fiction fun!  And the best thing is, it can be a "Firefly workout", a "Dollhouse workout", or whatever other type of workout you desire.

So don't go all spoiler-happy on me.  Let me figure out what happens in the plot all on my own.  Let me figure out which doctor is the coolest.  Like I said, I don't know much, but I do know one thing: I want a Tardis!

Tardis, © James Lelyveld

And I'm off to the elliptical machine!