Suffering. They're suffering.
Oh, the humanity. Such suffering.
My schedule is messed up because of the incipient labor of my daughter, so I could only get over to Cochran Hill for one viewing of the race, the 60-64 men. By just walking to and from my car I broke out in a sweat, as the heat index is already pushing 100.
The cyclists didn't look like they were having that much fun going up the hill. They were suffering.
Maybe I can make Jet's race.