did not finish. This one took me a minute to find the words and navigate my emotions. I went into WTM this year to compete as an individual for the first time. Like everyone else who's overly competitive and equally delusional, I wanted massive mileage. I put in over 1,400 miles since January with my biggest months being 330+ in April and May. I felt ultra fit and was ready to access that fitness. My night got cut short after 11:39:21 and 50 miles (10 laps). I was going up/over Great Esacpe (series of three walls) and my right hand slipped out from under me in the top support position of a muscle up. I went over the top of the wall landing awkwardly and sustaining a knee injury. I walked it in and called it. Let out a few tears in the pit area knowing my race was over. Frustrated. Devastated. Humiliated. Nothing else has been occupying my headspace other than the fact I quit. A "DNF" is a miserable feeling, even when it's circumstantial and uncontrollable. I let the team down. I...