Yesterday was 7th century commute of the year, well up on previous year, but represents a change in training philosophy brought about by busier weekends. Seems to be working well, except for the muppet who was so desperate to overtake that he ploughed through a flood to do so. I think it was a burst pipe rather than rainfall, so spent the rest of the day worrying if I would pick up some bug. Fortunately not. Did feel a bit lightheaded towards the end on the way back, but that was because someone poked the bear by sitting on my wheel in Richmond Park and then attacking up Broomfield Lane. So I lit the afterburners (as I needed to get a bit of momentum going after the traffic through Putney) in an unsubtle demonstration of Power v Power/weight. It was fun though, and so worth it.