My Dad has been cycling for probably four years now, and he does the MS150s and kicks butt on hills, and all that stuff. Not to mention he is retired now and has nothing better to do than ride his bike all he wants to. I just started riding at the beginning of July, and he kicked my butt the last two times I rode with him.

This morning, we decided to ride together. I thought the pace was a little slow and kept wanting to pull ahead of him to maybe get him to go faster. I was faster up the hills. I'm thinking to myself, "Boy, I must be getting fit! I'm hanging in there so much better than he is today!" and patting myself on the back, and all that.

Then we stop at the halfway point for a PowerBar and a Gatorade. And he mentions to me that he had several beers last night and wasn't feeling too well today.

So that totally burst my bubble.