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Some mornings you can just tell that something special is unfolding. A quick look at my stats for the month of May over at bikejournal.com would reveal that it hasn't been one of the greatest periods of my cycling life. First of all there was the abandonment of the 600k randonee in unseasonal heat. Then I had to cancel a planned weekend on the Sunshine Coast with Dave Mac because a family member needed my urgent assistance with something else. Then I picked up a chest infection and was unwell, which kept me off the bike for a little while.

Last weekend I managed a very pleasant ride to Binna Burra, even if I was nowhere near 100%. While I was exhausted on my return from that ride, I really did feel a sense of accomplishment, as if toughing that one out was a turning point. This morning confirmed it. It was a dark and misty morning, it was just 47km to and from Little Nerang Dam. There was almost a fall when climbing over the gate then suddenly realising it wasn't locked after all.

There was also the freshness of the morning mist, the silhouette in the starlight of the pockets of mist hanging around the surrounding mountains. There was the sight of the rising sun lighting up all the mist, mixing and contrasting with the colours of the landscape. There was a slight irritation that I'd left my camera at home, but I can live with that. More than anything else, there was a feeling that the old swagger is coming back into my riding, and that I might just set up a date with Mt Jerusalem this weekend to confirm it.