its starting the race that counts. Tonight I wussed out and DNS'd. It was pouring rain as I was driving toward the Tuesday night race that I had been looking forward to for several weeks (1st of the season). 1/2 hour into the drive from work to the race, I am 10 minutes from my house. I said eff it and went home. Of course the rain stopped 20 minutes later - 1/2 hour before the start of the race. I could be arriving home and ready for a hot shower after a hard ride right now. Instead I am eating chips and typing on bike forums. I am such a loser.

I think I'll go pour myself a whiskey.