Who is more likely to get struck by lightning while hiking?

In the two weeks that we were in Boulder, I'm not sure that there was more than a day or two that did NOT have a thunderstorm at some point in the afternoon. Typically we finish up work around 3:30 local time just as the clouds are swirling in grey, green and black over the swaying trees and jagged mountains in a classic impression of a Tolkein setting for impending doom. After a few days of wisely avoiding this weather with tame pursuits like shopping I'd had enough. I wanted to climb the Flatirons and I wasn't going to let a few spooky clouds stop me. Nor would I let my whiny husband's complaints about running and hiking on the same day keep me down. So we did headed for Chautauqua park at 3:30 with a 5:00 curfew to get Wee. The hike up the Flatirons is, of course, not flat at all. Even the meadow at Chautauqua is fairly steep. But a good hike with good views through meadow, through woods, across a few scree fields, and finally up to the slanted rocks that give the area its Flatiron moniker. This is one of my favorite hikes, not just for the speed of getting up fast and its proximity to downtown Boulder, but also because of the variety of people on the trail. The mixture that I enjoy the most is the level of equipment that people have - hippies and college kids with no shoes, climbers in full gear, and classic hikers in the latest fashion. We're clearly not true Boulder people yet because we're mixes of our own wearing cotton shorts, but Gortex hiking sneakers. But having our dog with us gave us a little local mountain cred. Rory held her own even over some of the steeper, almost stairs like sections up on the top. She doesn't yet have her Boulder off-leash tag, so she had to stay on leash rather than chasing the chipmunks and big mule deer we saw on the way. Obliviously she didn't even notice a snake she sat on. Luckily the rain mostly held out just providing a nice light sprinkle on our way back down. The thunder boomed ominously in the distance as we first did the math and physics to determine the proper formula for lightning to thunder timing to distance. Then we debated which of us was more likely to get struck by lightning while hiking across the meadow. Alex is taller, but he presumed that I was waterier (based on absolutely no evidence, but turns out that muscle has more water than fat, so I'll take that as a compliment), so who knows.