Yes (get a little offended)

"It's not that I'm out of shape," you insist. "It's just been a little while."

"So, you've... gotten out of shape," she says impishly.

You don't say anything for a few steps, then she says, "Okay! Let's wrap this up soon. You're a man, and men are competitive, so how about a bet? The first one to make it to the front of the ship wins. Walking only, no running, and no cheating. Loser has to do something nice that the winner asks for. Something negotiable. Deal?"

She's starting to annoy you, but she is pretty. This is a bet that you know you'll lose, but you find yourself accepting anyway.