Sorry to hear about the ankle.
Things didn’t really go to well for us either. We all started out for the 100, but at the first official rest stop all but 3 of us opted to start heading back. That group ended up with about 55 miles.
Two others and I pressed on; with-in twenty minutes it was pouring rain. We agreed to push on to the taco stand (60 miles in) before we made any decisions about changing the routes.
We ran into some trail magic; a local was pulled over on the side of one of the dirt roads with a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon offering shots to the riders. That kept us warm enough to get up to the taco stand, but by the time we got there I was soaked, freezing cold, and having problems feeling the brakes because my hands we so numb. We probably hung out there for 10+ minutes because it was a chance to be out of the rain and eat some real, hot food.
Looking at the signage there we realized that switching to following the metric century route meant we only had 20 miles to go. We agreed on that plan and headed on our way.
I actually felt pretty good when we got to the split in the routes, and for a moment thought about continuing on the longer route. One of the three of us did actually split off, he ended up riding the whole 100 miles. The other two of us continued on the short route, and after getting a flat, finished with a respectable 79 miles for the day.
It was a tough day; it might be the hardest outdoor adventures I’ve had. But all in all, I think there were more moments when I was enjoying the absurdity of the situation then being in pain.
I’m hoping for better weather next year but I plan on being prepared for similar conditions (and taking off Monday) so that I can power through.