I did ride home from work a longer way, a whole total of 5.6 miles. As I was just leaving the parking area, I saw a cyclist cross the highway and turn off on the road I ride home on. I didn't give it another thought, until after I made the decision to go home the longer way. There is a kind of annoying small hill on this road; I was feeling good, so I did the first part in the big ring and then kind of pooped out, so as I downshifted and crested the hill, I saw the cyclist who had crossed the highway, maybe 5-8 minutes earlier. She was seriously ahead of me, but it spurred me on. I got closer to her, but I didn't think I could catch her. So, this is one of those New England roads, where if you follow the road, it bears right and keeps the name, and if you stayed on the road and went straight, the name changes, counter intuitive to what is normal anywhere else. I went to the right, which connects to a road that comes out less than a mile from the condo. The woman slowed after the turn, I guess, because before I knew it, I had dropped her. This never happens to me, especially on a commute. But, for some reason, I was inspired to keep the speed up. I felt like I had a workout for a short amount of riding and was actually sweaty when I got home.