Participated in a race in the local series on Sunday, stuff just wasn't hitting and I probably should have waved it off. I didn't. Felt vaguely ill from the cold that my wife and kids have, pushed it. Conditions were rough, the race organizer noted at the start line that someone who was a points leader wasn't racing that day because he had come out the day before to practice and broke a rib. Rained that morning, so the rock gardens were slick, not to mention covered up by wet leaves. I started okay, got passed by some folks on the initial climb, passed them on a descent, hit the singletrack, and then the s**t started. Crashed once after taking a bad line, looked at my heart rate monitor, saw I had hit 170bpm, tried to pull it back, ended up puking, then got lazy in a rock garden, ate it and my head snapped into a rock. Neck and shoulders are sore, feels kinda like when I got rear ended in the car. After that, as I was on the ground, some other racers checked on me, and I said to myself, "On that note, I'm out for today." On the way out, I ran into two other guys who were bailing as well. One who broke a chain, another who bent his rim and waved the rest of the race off.