I wasn't expecting to do any miles today (or tomorrow)(or Sunday), but I hauled my ass out of bed at 5:30 and put in 20.5 early-morning, chillier-than-expected miles. My fingers were numb with pride.
Part of the ride was a couple laps around the course they use for the Tuesday night practice crits and Sunday races. It doesn't seem too bad - relatively easy corners and very wide roads - so I think I'll throw down at the practice crit next Tuesday night. At least the B race, which is only 25-30 minutes. It's $5 for the whole evening of racing, so I guess there's no reason I can't try to hang on for a couple laps with the A race too. If I drop out, I drop out - only my pride gets hurt, which is better than my entire side being covered in road rash because I bailed out on a 30 mph corner.
Between practice crits, Thursday-night time trials, and the new once-a-month aquathon series that Fleet Feet is running, I'm hoping to get faster through the fear-of-embarrassment training method. Shame is my motivation.