The Boyfriend would leave me in the dust and I'd climb slower than a snail's pace and wonder why I was enduring the misery. Today, on my day off, The BF and I did Mt Ham.
Nowadays, when we ride together, we play cat and mouse games. I shot off like a rocket at the start of Ham and he did not catch me until mile 4.62. It used be something like mile 2. I made it to mile 17 before he caught me again on his descent. It used to be something like mile 11. I'm pleased. I even smiled.