"12 million years. That's how long I've been holding this plank for. I'm totally sure of it, but according to my watch it's only actually been 43 seconds. Damn thing must be faulty."
Those were the thoughts going through my head the other day as my whole body shook and sweat dripped off my forehead onto the rug. When my minute was finally up, I went straight to the kitchen (it was 12.03pm, way past my lunchtime) to heat up last night's leftover pasta for lunch, and although the microwave swears only 3 minutes passed, I'm convinced it was more like a thousand years.
It's a funny thing, time. Doing anything remotely fun? Bam, there it goes. Waiting for an email you've been expecting? Or for your appointment at the doctor? You'd better take a seat because you are in for a loooooooooong ride.