The good weather has cheered me up a bit and I’m enjoying the training once again.

I really nailed the lunchtime turbo session yesterday, normally I flag a little in the middle interval, but not yesterday. I grimaced and pushed through the pain. I would have screamed if I had the spare energy. I was doubled up during the easy minute between the hard efforts. A couple more months of pain, and I be there.

Due to the anti-social hours of my nightly training rides I acknowledge every other cyclist see, just so I don’t feel lonely or mad. They may be a young lad on a BMX (shouldn’t they be in bed), a drunk student or a octogenarian, I don’t mind. Sometimes it may just be a raising of the fingers from the bars, but that is all it takes. I’d say about 90% of the time I get a response. Now the Crystal Palace races has started I see a few racers on their way home. Normally no problem, waves and nods receive the same back. However last time I got nothing anyone. Then I realised why. Despite it’s very purposeful design; the bright orange and day-glo yellow with scotchlite stripes, my Hi-Viz vest makes me invisible to other ‘serious’ cyclists. A very curious property, like an invisibility cloak.

A member of the Dulwich Paragon is going to lend me his deep section wheels to trial, which is very generous, if only I could find a gap in schedule to go and pick them up.