....and sometimes you are the fox.
By that I mean that there are days when you are the fittest, fastest thing on two wheels on the City-Wogville route. You are the fox, chasing down and eating the rabbits.
And other days, the legs are fragile and worn out; the lungs are cactus and it's been a long time since you had something to eat. On those days, you are the rabbit, watching the foxes pass you by as you struggle up the inclines.
The cool thing is that my fox days outnumber my rabbit days by a wide margin at the moment. Towards the end of last year, I decided to deliberately lengthen my route, and to ride on weekends as well. I thought the extra work would kill me - that I'd be utterly rooted by Friday. Instead, I'm feeling fitter and stronger than ever.
Of course there are still the uber-fit cycleheads who blast past me like I'm standing still. If I find a time machine that will take off 25 years, and I can drop 20 kilos, I might be able to give them a run for their money.