It was another good day on the treadmill, I notched up the speed a bit again and went further and faster than I ever have before. I came just six-one-hundredths of a mile short of hitting four miles today. I am going to try to notch it up again tomorrow, since I made the full distance today. These past two months have been a frustrating plateau, but I have had so many other things going on that I let myself slack a bit on the treadmill thing. Not that I didn't do it, I've been on it every single day, but I had stopped really pushing myself harder. I have about a one-month window right now to push myself as hard as I can before I run smack into my next big real-world challenge (I start rehearsal on my first professional musical theatre production, which will consume me for two full months). As for Doctor Who, today was a fun little story and notable for a few different things.

I increased my speed on the treadmill today, and walked further than I ever have before in a session. So that was a victory. I also weighed in at well over 260 lbs, not so much a victory. I have definitely reached a point where I need resistance training in addition to aerobics, I just don't know how to fit it into my schedule. That being said, I feel great and even my 42's are feeling a little loose on me and require a belt. That's another tick in the victory column. Oh, and I watched the rest of The Ark in Space today and it was awesome.

My friend Michael Montoure, who is very possibly the biggest Doctor Who fan I know, recently said to me that "...Holmes/Hinchcliffe Who is the best Who." He's not wrong, and with this morning's workout I finally hit that incredible alchemy. Although the first story of the season (and Tom Baker's first story as the Doctor) had Robert Holmes as the new script editor taking over from Terrence Dicks, it was still produced by Barry Letts. He had produced the vast majority of the Third Doctor era, and he very much defined the look and feel of Pertwee's Doctor. With The Ark in Space production duties were taken over by Philip Hinchcliffe, and the thematic change is palpable.

Let's talk about that.

It was a rough day today. My wife and I stayed out way too late on a weeknight, but all in service to help prepare for and promote a show I am doing in a few weeks. The upshot, though, was that neither of us got enough sleep last night, and I definitely felt it on the treadmill this morning. On top of that, we are still wafting for an initial evaluation of the damage done to our house by Hurricane Irma. We almost certainly need a new roof, and that's not going to be cheap. But still, things could be worse. We weren't injured, we didn't suffer any catastrophic property damage, and we didn't have to face down a giant robot bent on the destruction of all humanity.

Speaking of which, let's talk about that.

Have you ever been apart from someone for so long that you have forgotten that you even miss them? And then, all of a sudden, there they are again and the years melt away like you have never even been apart? After nearly seven months of continuous daily viewing of Doctor Who, I finally got to meet Tom Baker again for the first time and it was magical.

Let's talk about that.