Local PTOC race, green course, Blue and Grey park. Temps in the 20s meant the snow was crusty and the horse trails were frozen ice (unless they were in the sun, and then they were just muck). Physically it was very tough. Wish that could explain my navigation, but it doesn't. Total brain fart day.
On the way to 2, I thought I had missed the first trail, and headed east to pick up the second trail (I thought). So when I hit the road, I thought I was fairly close to 2. Doh!
Made it to 2, and then had another brain fart on distance on my way to 3. Thought I had hit the field closer to 3, so I headed up the hill. Totally out of it.
Stopped at 3, took a drink, let my brain get some oxygen. I picked an incredibly safe route to 4 and finally executed something cleanly. After that I moved through the course without any total F-ups, but I was hesitant and slow the whole way. Never moved with any confidence. A bad day.
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