That would be the word of the day. One of my worst riding days ever. Worse than my little flesh-skid even. I was passed by an old woman with a walker on a climb. She told me to go find my man-pants and stop riding like a sissy. Then she left me in the dust.
At one point on the ride home, I found myself slowly grinding to a halt on a short climb despite standing on the pedals. I looked at my legs and asked out-loud “Legs! WTF is wrong with you??”.