Holiday

Everyone else had the day off, so I took it off too. It's unusually warm, so mom, Gert and the dog are out walking while I make a pot of gumbo (surprisingly calorie friendly to two cyclists trying to get in shape for warm weather).

Sadly, today we finally accepted the fact that our trainer is dying. Admittedly, it was cheap. I bought it not knowing if I would stick with it. I did. And, now with two people using it and my switch from gently using it to abusing the crap out of it, it can no longer live. So, we decided to buy a new one and then laugh as our monthly budget mocked us. Stupid money.

For the hell of it, I decided to see if Matilda's bike would fit on the trainer. It did. This amused the hell out of Gert who immediately jumped on and, I kid you not, rode for 20 minutes straight:

As she ended up her impromptu work out, or if you wish to call it "playing on the trainer," she gritted her teeth, went into oxygen debt and kicked in "Gertie Power", the secret something she uses to blow away the neighborhood while they watch in awe and terror.

After re-hydrating, she relaxed with the cat.

Now she's laying on the floor in the garage, with her bike on top of her, claiming that she's stuck and in dire need of help lest she die a horrible death after being crushed by a 14 pound child's bike that, honestly, is barely touching her.

All in all a good President's Day. Nice work, George and Abe. Thanks for making my daughter's drama fit possible. Rock on democracy!