I don't really like biking that much.
I also rode six miles, always far, far behind the gals I was riding with.
I kept feeling like such a looser.
"How can I be so, ridiculously slow?"
When I reached our meet-up point, a good ten minutes (at least that is how it felt, they swore it was only two) behind them I discovered that both my tires were low on air.
That might have had something to do with it.
I feel miserable. My elbow hurts and my pride is bruised.