Yesterday I raced my first ever CX race. It was the hardest thing I've ever done and alas, I did not finish. Thought I was on my last lap and when I found out there was one more, I bailed. I know, I suck, and I'm mad at myself but I was sucking wind so bad. Couldn't breathe, tunnel vision, the whole bit. Next time I will finish, I hereby swear to BFSSFG and myself.

Also, I hit a tree. (Not full on, more of a glancing blow but my forearm is all tore up.)

Today I am *still* hacking up half a lung. What is it about all-out effort like that that makes you feel like you're a smoker all over again?