Which is worse:
A couple of Sundays ago, I was aiming for the first bus run of the day, not initially aware that my stop was cancelled for that morning because of the city's annual St Patrick's Day Dash, a 5km run though downtown (even though the race didn't start until more than an hour after the missed run. Another rider discovered the reason for the missed bus and we walked/biked to the first active stop.
So shivering and frustrated, I caught the next bus and at my stop pulled my bike off the rack and started up the hill to my office. I'm near the top and pause at an intersection to allow a dog-walker to cross the street. He looks at me (I assume he thought I paused to catch my breath, not as a courtesy to him) and says, "hey, you're looking good; most people your age wouldn't even try this hill."