It's just my Brattitude

A rainy Saturday morning. I figured I'd do a lazy 30 minutes on the trainer to burn off the extra bowl of cereal. My #2 training partner, Laura, asks if she can run on the treadmill, "Sure".

"Daddy, can we watch Bratz".

Well, it's not Spinnervals, and it's certainly not a TurboCrank session, but somehow my lazy 30 minutes turned into 50 minutes and 45 seconds. It must be my Brattitude.