It happened in an instant. My wandering mind had led to a wandering front tire and the rain soaked bridge was offering no quarter and no forgiveness. In the blink of an eye I was over the handlebars- hurtling face first into the abyss. I could only close my eyes and pray for a soft landing. But I deserved no mercy. After all, this was all my own doing. Despite my exhaustion, the pouring rain, the chilly September air and the mud seeping into every crevasse of my clothes and bike-- I had chosen to do another lap. My fourth lap. And I had to earn it.