Dang. Fell 16 places all at once - puts your gut in your throat like a plummeting elevator.
That hill was a killer and letting a split open between myself and the group I was in - devastating. Unfortunately, I'm not sure there's anything I could have done differently to have prevented it. I suppose I could have rocked my body weight back and forth a little faster. I might have got a little stiff. It's so hard to remember technique when pain permeates your being.
Today will see more climbing. We have 12 laps up another vicious climb with a screaming descent. Ugh. I guess I'll look at it this way --- 12 opportunities to practice my climb and 11 to steel my nerves, then it's over. I can go home.
To be part of the remaining 85 women - just shy of 50% of the field has been cut or quit - is still an accomplishment and the experience, invaluable.