My Brother-in-Law is a Sweaty Monster

You all remember my brother-in-law Matt, right? We've done a number of duathlons as a relay named "Team Happy Pants." Here we are all sweaty and nasty after the Oakdale Du this past spring:

(Side note: I'm happy to report we're already signed up for the Oakdale Du in 2011!)

Matt has a bike in our basement. He does trainer rides quite frequently with Pharmie (his sister and my wife). Here's the 3 of us on our trainers last winter:

OK, fast forward to this week. On Monday night, Pharmie and Matt had a "trainer date." When I got home from class, they were working hard in the basement. Last night (Tuesday), I figured I should hit the trainer for a bit. So I moved Matt's bike a little to make room for mine. What did I find when I moved his "riser block" out of the way? This:

It had been 24 hours, and there was still a pool of Matt's body sweat under his block! It was practically suctioned to the floor by all the sweat that was under it.

Gross.

(Oh, and it's "double gross" if you happen to notice the dried remnants of the cat barf on the right side of that picture. Kermit tends to overeat and then puke it all up on our bike mat. Yep. Double gross.)