I just remembered, I had my first cycling dream of the year. I know when I'm coming into form because I dream about racing, but even better, winning. Before I opened my eyes today, I dreamed of winning Sunny King in April. The last lap was pure chaos, I was dodging corners leading the pack - then I jumped and had such a massive gap on the field that as I crossed the line, it was as though I was swimming backwards in backstroke looking up at the finishing banner. From that vantage point I could see the rest of the field, scurrying to finish. In the fraction of a moment before I awoke I thought, I have a national win, it's already happened, now, I just have to go through the physical half.

It is all magic.