She was breathing heavy as she sipped water from her bike bottle. The bike path was on the sun-side of the hill and the only shady spot was cool patch at the crest of the hill before it levels off for a few feet before turning into another steep climb.
She never took her eyes off of me and as I got closer, she said with a bright voice and aloud voice “Wow, that looks very hard.”
I nodded at her with a smile and said “Sometimes”
I crept past her not wanting to say anything because I needed air and to get ready for the next impending climb.
