Oh, ok. whew!- I was afraid you were doing steroids to get through your rides.
Funny story-
Today as DH and I were going down the road (and DH was further up the road than me), I heard bikes in back of me at the last second when they were about to pass me (I hate that when they sneak up behind you without letting you know they are about to pass, but...) so these two 45-something men came blowing by me and I said hello as they passed me and they did too. We were just about to start up a very steep hill, so I said "well here comes our big hill now" in a cheery way.
The one guy then said "Sometimes I like to go up hills like this in my big ring."

So I said "If I did that I'd probably fall over dead." To which he replied "Well it's great conditioning for the quads." What arrogance!!

I mean here I am breathing heavy and he can see I'm in my very lowest granny gear and I'm gamely and steadily grinding up that steep hill.
I wanted to say "Well how
nice for you!" or... "WhatEVER" or... "Well aren't YOU the macho one though!" or... "I could crack your puny skull like a walnut between my quads"...(but then maybe he'd get so distracted by that mental image that he'd fall off his bike and get hurt).
But I said nothing more because he was obviously an insensitive insecure dope that didn't deserve my attention. Besides, a
real man was sweetly waiting for me at the top of the hill.
