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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".