Abandoned
... All of a sudden, I lifted my hands to the tops of the handlebars. I straightened up in my seat, and I coasted to the curb.
I pulled over. I quit. I abandoned the race. ...
Not what I expected when I woke up this morn but I can't say I'm completely surprised by my abandonment of the race today.
I'm still trying to figure out exactly what happened. All I know is that at that very moment of the race, it ceased being fun. The goal to PR didn't matter. The shame I'd feel telling those I train with that I quit didn't matter. Completing the race didn't matter.
All I know is that I didn't want to be there, so I just "pulled over".