Everybody used to pass me. Children. Joggers. People pulling trailers full of kids and dogs. I even had to get off and walk. We don't have big hills in this part of the world, but I live on top of one of the little ones. Then one day I made it to the top without walking. And another day, I made it to the top and looked down, and I wasn't in the easiest gear! Whooopiee! Then the joggers weren't passing me any more. And this year, I started to pass a few people on bikes. Not the guys in lycra. The first adult that I passed was a woman on an obviously crummy old bicycle riding with her husband who had what looked like a very expensive bike. I wonder if he thought that was the way to get her hooked on the sport? Now I occasionally even pass young men. Not fit young men, but still...

I'm not going to tell you not to pay attention to those people passing you; obviously I did, and still do, but don't let it ruin your fun.