The fat lady was on the only exercise bike, pedals barely turning, intently reading a book and sipping water. It was 6:30 am and aside from the fat lady there were a few other people in the hotel "fitness center." Like me, each was wearing a college T-shirt. It was practically a college gymnastics parents' convention. A couple of minutes after I arrived, the fat lady thankfully put away her book, lifted herself from the exercise bike, strapped on her water bottle holder and split. The bike was mine. Both of the rubber toe straps were lying on the floor. I suppose her fat feet wouldn't fit into them. So, once I put them back onto the pedals I was able to get in 45 minutes without anyone glaring at me for bike time. Better than nothing, I guess.
The meet isn't until 6 pm tonight, but checkout time is noon. It's still in the 30s outside. What to do? Drove over to the Hi-Vee grocery store with The Daughter. I got a scone and coffee at the Starbucks, she got yogurt and fruit. At least the fog has lifted and the skies today are clear. The meet tonight will probably not end until 10 pm, then we'll have to make the 2-hour drive back to Iowa City for another night in a hotel room before catching a flight out Sunday morning.
Yesterday we spent two or three hours at the gym watching practice sessons. Last night we went to a really good Italian restaurant on Main Street that, interestingly, had a few items on the menu with the word "Cajun" in them. An Italian restaurant in Ames, Iowa with something like "Cajun pasta." Go figure. Anyway I had something called a "crock pizza" which was quite good. The Guiness Stout was pretty good too.
Wish I had my bike.
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