"Some people call me little,
Some people call me small,
But given the chance I'll rise up and
Stand above them all"
I sing along, feeling the thrum of my rear tire on the trainer, my power stroke working away at the steel rod and flywheel assembly that resists my leg's force.

"Some people put my down
Some people kick me around,
But believe me when I tell you
I'll be the one that rules this town

But they all say "No",
And they say "You can't go",
But I won't let them decide
Who I should be."

One, two. One, two, my breath is even, my body hot, running strong. I reach over for the two liter bottle of water, grab it, and drink, never faltering.

A pony jumps up in front of me shouting through the music in my earbuds "HEY!"

"WAA!" I rear back, finding out that the trainer's off balance, the whole bike and trainer assembly falling over.