30 degrees out, feels like 23, according to Weather.com.
MAC Championship race at Reston. Going to get my ass kicked.
The back is in the midst of a 3 day spasm. It's eased off slightly but is going away the way a guy walks away after a fight - it keeps throwing glancing pain at me.
I feel like ass because of the low carb Paleo Diet that I'm on.
My hands are cold because I was outside for 30 seconds and when you're dieting, you freeze easy.
There's a lot of snow on the ground but the turf won't be frozen yet, so it will be freezing mud conditions. Y'know, where it's not black ice / plain old ice.
Not even sure I'm going to be able to race.
Going to show up, ride some warmup laps, if that works, then pay for the race, go as hard and as far as I can.
Seems senseless. But I have to go. I feel like there isn't really a choice.
Good shape or bad, good results or bad, I go unless I can't.
I won't go well today, but I can in fact go, at least until I can't.
So I will go.
I am a racer.
It's what I do.