Can't stand the stuff too. My worst crash was due to mud, on a downhill. Ended up pinning my thigh between the handlebar and toptube as I slid down the hill with the wheel turned 90deg down into the dirt dirt, plowing all the way down. By the time I hit bottom, stuck in my bike, I had a hematoma, a big blood filled bruise bigger than my open hand on my thigh. Thought I had broken my leg at first, my leg was numb. Cut some branches from a bush next to me and splinted my leg with strips from my shirt and used the bike like a crutch to climb, and coasted the downhills to get out. The bruise was so big I had to wrap it for more than a week so I could walk as it jiggled like a big boob. Purple and wine then brownish colored.

It sounds like your crash was not so bad, which is a good thing. And you still managed to have fun. I wouldn't say you bailed. You did well in a rough situation and kept your cool even when conditions would be considered difficult for a more experienced rider. And you knew when not to go in over your head and get hurt bad as I had done. That's not bailing, that's being smart. I still have a divot in my thigh where the handlebar crushed into my leg, about the width of a small egg. I call it 'my dent.'