I was on a cycle training camp holiday in Spain... (Not because I was training for anything in particular; mainly because it was nice riding in the sunshine in March when the weather at home was crap.)
I chose a group aiming for my kind of comfortable pace and we all set off together.
After a good warm-up,
Super-fit Triathlete Woman said goodbye to us and time-trialled off the front into the distance and then out of sight.
We continued steadily on our way but I found myself drifting off the front every time we came to any slight ascent. I did it one time too many and
Grizzly Veteran Ride Leader rode up behind me and barked "
Oh, so you think that you are effing fit and can split the effing group up on every effing hill, do ya...?" I felt a gnarly palm on my back, and he shoved me so hard that I almost went over the front of my bars! "
Well eff off up the road after Super-fit Triathlete Woman and see how you get on with 'er!"
I was really embarrassed and felt that I had no choice so I set of in pursuit of
S-FTW. I chased her for about 10 kms, half-killing myself to catch her and by the time I did I was a spent force. It didn't matter anyway because she didn't want me messing up her training and she ordered me to go back to the group!
I drifted along until the group caught me up, sheepishly apologised and sneaked to the back ...