One day, she will get me.

The female trainer on the Wii Fit program is creepy.

Seriously.

Okay, let me back this up a bit and set the scene... Yesterday, I did about 40 minutes on the elliptical at the gym. It's too damned cold outside to ride at the moment (I mean, I could, but I'm not a masochist), so I'm trying to do cardio several times a week for 40-60 minutes a shot. Which I love. No, really, the whole gerbil-on-the-wheel aspect of things is soothing and I'm catching up on all of the back issues of Vogue and Good Housekeeping that the gym keeps on the magazine rack (I can rip through a Vogue in about 35 minutes... though, I have discovered that very little pisses me off more than assholes ripping pages out of communal magazines).

So, I figure that while I'm getting my cardio in at the gym (and an occasional yoga class, when I can get over there during the week), I need to do some strength training. And believe me when I tell you that I hate lifting weights and sit-ups make me homicidal. After doing 60 minutes this morning on the elliptical, I came home fully ready to expand my exercise repetoire.

Cue the Wii Fit Plus program.

We hooked it up last night and I played around a bit but figured I'd hop on for 30 minutes of "strength training" today when I got home from the gym. Which I did. Until the female trainer built into the program freaked me out and I began wondering I'd have more fun playing Frisbee golf on the Sports Resort disc. Or perhaps by pulling out my fingernails one by one. I was sitting there trying to listen to her while half of my mind was debating Cyclons, the Terminator movies and artificial intelligence becoming self aware. I had visions of this chick waking me up in the middle of the night and making me drop and do side planks and torso twists.

I turned off the Wii and took a nap.