I didn't race on Sunday. After a festive evening it seemed a good idea to lie in, have a rest day. Now it gnaws at my guts that I didn't even try. *sigh* When did cycling become such an imperative? When did I loose the right to choose?
Ass up tomorrow for a bash to the dam. It may turn cold and rain this weekend, in true "show day" tradition in Townsville. I will race this Sunday. I must.