There is different kinds of suffering and I'm speaking of mental anguish now. On a club ride recently, I was climbing a hill near the end of a ride. It was neither extraordinarily steep or long, say 7 to 8% and about one mile long. I usually get sucked into going a bit faster than is sustainable on these rides and was feeling a bit beat up but holding decent speed on the grade. Suddenly, this wizened old woman easily passes me and disappears ahead, pedaling smoothly and steadily into the distance. When I say old woman, she was at least as old as I am. There are two such women in our club. The other one has dragged me around the course before. It may be a coincidence that they are both English. I think of it as being blitzed.