The usual battle with my inner wimp ensued at 0430hrs this morning, why it should always be Tuesdays is a reason I guess I'll never know the answer too. But the motivated lean, mean fighting machine won and I enthusiastically leapt out of bed with a song in my heart at 0515hrs. (I hope the sarcasm came across there?)
The pedal in along the cut was perfectly standard and I saw no-one to bother me out of my reverie.
I did get an extra 3 miles in last night on the way home but not as I'd planned. When I came to pedal out of work I discovered my front light had gone tits up. It wouldn't switch on at all. It's always been a bit temperamental, as from virtually new I've always had to open the main body and switch it on and off using the internal connection as the outside switch gave up pretty quickly.
I pedalled my usual route along the cut and stopped off in Northfield at Northfield Cycles where I got a new front light, I fitted it on and then decided to ride past the MG Rover works (what's left of it) and do a loop around the Lickey Hills and pedal back home through the back end of Rubery which gave me an extra 3 miles as I said.
Remarkably I felt absolutely fine when I got in, no dying, no panting and being able to speak perfectly normally, perhaps all this is actually starting to work.