no crying in mountain biking?

i hope that's not the case as i would've been kicked out of the sport today.
i headed out to palos with john, trailpimp, jeremey, kevin, amy and lori. what a group to be in when yer slow as shit. anyway, about a mile in, the ice pretty much took me down. i went from being total upright trying to catch the group to on my knees within a time so short it's not even recordable. bam. crap. my knees were stunned. i couldn't get up for a second. i finally got up and had to use my bike to walk a few steps. hopped on and was fine. as i saw the group at the bottom of the hill i felt like a kid who got hurt at the playground and see their mom or dad they just let loose with the tears. yes. that was me. i was crying not from pain but from feeling stupid, being slow, not being offroad in so long, frustrated. it was like a flood of emotions. i turned out to be thankful for the icy conditions as it kept the pro field i was with, within reach. thanks to all for just going out and having a good time with me.
i headed home early from the ride as i was pushing it already asking my mom to babysit the kids. i didn't want to burn any bridges. got home and waited for everyone else to get there to finish up the fit kits. new team kits are almost ready to roll, if all goes well this'll be the first year i'm not freaking out about what i'll wear at my first race.
hung out in the basement for a bit. came up to put zoe to sleep and i ended up crashed out with her. i think the fresh air got to me a bit. pizza tonight.