Sitting on the hard concrete curb of a hot and somewhat empty parking lot near Ohiopyle, PA my ass hurt, and my spirit was crushed. My teammate and I were 30 hours into a 48 adventure hour race. That morning we had already been lost, twice, and had wasted hours riding our bikes in actual circles. We had made mistakes, we had recovered, and we had finally made it into transition. But I was done. Physically, I was fine, but mentally, I had broken. At that point to continue in the race we had to immediately retrace our steps out of transition which meant repeating a section of the course that had just given us hell. Instead, I made the call to throw in the towel…to fucking quit.