Oh, The Humanity!

So I'm slogging along on the 5th or 6th mile of my 9-mile, mostly uphill commute home from work on the WOD. 60 - 70 lbs or so of trailer, Boy and assorted other crap hitched to the rear skewer of my old, heavy hardtail with the oversized pogo-stick fork. According to Yahoo weather right before I logged off my workstation, it's 91 degrees out, with a heat index of 95. The ice packs in my jersey pockets have long since thawed to ambient temperature.

I'm at the point where the chamois starts to chafe, my butt's getting numb, and I'm on the verge of bonking in spite of my best efforts to hydrate and eat properly throughout the day. I'm taking it easy, spinning where I usually hammer, doing my best to make sure I don't succumb to the heat. I'm passing no-one else on wheels, and that's just fine.

Suddenly, a woman with a kid in a trailer goes barreling past me. On the uphill slope. In the direct sun. She's riding a road bike, her kid's maybe half the Boy's age (and weight), and she's obviously fresh - not a drop of sweat on her.

And as she passes, fast enough for me to feel her breeze, she calls out to me:

C'MON C'MON, LET'S GO! SHOW ME WHAT'CHA GOT! SHOW ME WHAT"CHA GOT! C'MON!

For the rest of the ride, The Boy asks me why I didn't pass her, why I don't pass anybody, why I don't go faster.








Bitch.