This blog post is dedicated to Terry Shields:

There is nothing you want more when you're finally ready to go home than boring travel. You know, the kind where everything happens as planned and there are no delays or undue drama. You're tired, the excitement is over, you're on the verge of running out of clean clothes, and you just wanna get home.

Well, I'm pleased to say we got a very boring (if loooooong) travel day. In fact, the only surprise was that both flights were a little ahead of schedule, which gave us a slightly more comfortable layover in Toronto. Yay Air Canada.*

I'm dealing with jet lag in my customary fashion, by ignoring it. It's 6 o'clock, it's 6 o'clock, no matter what my body says (at this point, something like "sieixisisweiszzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" and no I haven't been drinking). Out of curiosity, is 6 o'clock too early for bed? Maybe I'll last until 7. I like it when I'm ambitious like that.


We are happily reunited with the home front (which survived the ordeal), the dog is looking forward to resuming his morning jogging habit tomorrow. We are washing our gear and putting things away, still floating on our little cloud but getting ready to get down to earth tomorrow and start training again.

*This praise is only valid today, and certainly not on days when they annoy the living daylights out of me. Today they did good.