Last weekend was good race for me, I fell only twice, today I fell 30 times. I felt like I was drunk. From my face plants, of which there were many, I would call "yep, I'm fine, keep going". Then swear like a trooper, climb to my feet, and carry on with my stumble.
Today was a day I had to swallow my pride and chalk it up as 'experience'. It was very humbling.
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