I written about this before, but it deserves repeating. A former racing aquaintance of mine once quipped 'the perfect week is one in whic you don't have to start your car'. He was referring to us working stiffs, who use commuting as training. Not the bike bums who live in their parents basement and wrench for a 'living'.
This week was a 'perfect week'. From monday thru friday I logged 160 miles, with a good portion of it at higher intensities. 90 miles were actually commuting with the extra 70 tacked on in two after work rides. I never started my car, and went to work every day.
Yes, it was a 'perfect' week.