It's so true.
There really were a lot of "bad" times for me last week. At some point, I think on stage 4 in the hail, I turned to Sierra and told her that I had never been so unhappy in my entire life. It's funny because now I hardly remember saying that, nevermind actually feeling that way. But there were bad times. They mostly occurred when I felt frustrated by my lack of skills and ability (day 1 riding wet rooty singletrack, day 3 pushing my bike for 5km up a 20% grade covered in alders, day 6 waking up feeling sick at the prospect of going out there again).
But the bad memories are fading. Fortunately, digital images stick around a little longer and I offer you these photographs to try and illustrate how I was feeling.
Stage 1 first checkpoint. I had taken a fairly significant fall on the first descent and it shook me. I was fine, aside from a large bruise on my thigh, but it freaked me out. It was not the first time I found myself thinking: "What am I doing here?! I should never have done this."
Stage 3 while pushing up the Continental Divide. I found this to be the most physically demanding day and I was exhausted early on. Bushwhacking didn't help my mood.
Stage 4 during the hail storm. I was hiding under a tree to try and get some protection from the hail stones which were pretty painful when they hit.