I went out for 22 miles of singletrack on the MTB today. My riding friend and I decided to tackle the butt kicking red section and were doing a decent job of it when I turned to avoid a large, knarly root section and missed the next thing...a little bridge across a pond. I caught the edge of the bridge with my tire and was spun off the bike and into the pond on the other side of the bridge. The pond was shallow, the bottom rocks. OW!
To make matters worse, I am usually a climbing hound. As long as I have a decent line and a little momentum, I can tackle all but the hardest stuff. I missed my gearing on an uphill rock garden, tried it anyway, and tipped over before I could clip out and stuck myself in the butt with a stick. Ow again.
The rest of it was fine, and the lower 11 miles were easy after that.