One of the problems of having to fit your training in round family life is that you end up grabbing the time when it is available rather than a strict time. Consequently I was training hard late on Saturday night, getting home before 11pm thankfully, and then back out at 7.30am on Sunday. Hardly rested. In truth it was the coolest part of the day so I lucky really.

The session was extreme though, hill sprints. The interval session which I am sure has lost many a coach a client. The Dulwich Sunday ride goes via nice long quiet hill, I don't know the name, but it is probably the only one nearby suitable. On a Sunday ride I'd spring up the hill without any bother, but today 45 minutes in, I felt heavy. I completed the full session, but then getting home took effort.

When I got in, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was pushed back out to get some tuna for our picnic. The picnic was great as it happened and the children just ran after a football for a few hours giving a sense of peace.

I had planned, actually entered, the 100m TT on Sundat 4th, but now I've decide to do a full distance dry run. Patrick is off doing the Marmotte, so my Dad has agreed to help. It maybe that I start in London, and just meet Dad past Marlborough, Bath and Marlborough again for a drink/food hand over. But it is also possible he can take me to Reading for a 5am start and follow me the full distance.

I am getting nervous about the whole attempt. I'm in the process of finalising some volunteers and the support from my club and friends is great, but the pressure is getting bigger.

I need to alter the schedule to start at the Five Stars public house and send it to the RRA, confirm the time keeper and any official time keepers and prepare the back-up bike.

Lordy, this is serious.