Ah ... grasshopper.
My 100k (60 mile) ride yesterday down here in softy South East England involved 1,700m (5,500 ft) of climb but I affected an air of carefree equanimity throughout. A guy drew level with me on Kidd's Hill puffing and blowing like crazy. We exchanged a few pleasantries about the steepness of the hill and I was tempted to give him my "don't try too hard" advice but he was off, chuffing away like Thomas the Tank Engine. I waved to him as I cruised past him as he was taking a breather at the top.
Even when I got stopped by a set of temporary traffic lights on the steepest bit of Toy's hill, and couldn't get started, and when I did eventually get going the bloody lights had gone red again, I remained calm throughout and did not betray my distress by swearing or uncouth language. (This sentence may contain traces of lies).