1st lap tonight was bad.... really bad.... helmet denting bad. Was having huge trouble on one of the climbs. Then looked down and realized that I was in the big ring. Between poor choices of lines and rubbing elbows/forearms with trees, I was ready to pack it in after one lap.
Got back to the car and took off my helmet. Looked around at the perfect conditions and the sandhill cranes flying over head and decided to do something about how I was feeling.
It was time to get my flow back on. I replaced my brain bucket and clipped in. I then headed out to the trail and picked my favorite section of the lap and did it over and over and over and over and over. Started to trust in the Schwalbes again. Found the right lines again. Picked the right gears again. Finished up and got back to the 'baru and found my head energized and my legs drained.
Love me dat feelin'.