Out on my hill repeats this morning the local club ride passed me by. It was my first ascent of the morning and I was still warming up, but the long stream of riders flying by me put me in a bit of inner turmoil, and brought on this blog article.

In general, what would you do in this circumstance? 3 scenarios ran through my mind before the last guy’s slipstream drifted out of reach:

1. Get stuck onto a wheel no matter what my original intentions for my workout were.
2. Give each rider a friendly ‘salut’ and go about my business.
3. ‘Let’ them go, resentfully muttering to myself how lucky they were that I was only warming up.

I’m sure there could be other outcomes, such as not letting them pass me at all, taking the next right to avoid any possible confrontations, or challenging them to a race to the top. What did I decide in the end? I’ll let you guess, based on how well you know me now.

But boy, that last guy really had a fat ass…