It's Monday night already and I haven't sent in my training log. Another week that it's late. Oh well, I'm sure I had more important things to be doing on Sunday like skiing and napping. Plus I know Erik won't sit down to look at training logs until Tuesday since he's been multiple times busier than I this week, that's for sure. Being at races always makes me grateful that I'm an athlete and not a coach. It also makes me grateful that I'm not a couch which is sometimes how I try to spell coach.

Race season is officially underway and being back on the race circuit brings a flurry of emotions-- excitement, apprehension, pressure, focus, sorrow, joy. Aside from focus not technically belonging in a list of emotions, it's been a fantastic trip to savor the emotions that accompany life. Maybe that's one of the draws of racing-- it makes me feel as though I'm truly experiencing life.

Now I'm back in Anchorage and as nice as it is to be back home I wasn't ready to leave life on the road yet. I was just starting to warm up to life out of a duffel bag. It's delightfully simple and I kind of like it. Although I'm sure that come April I'll be less psyched about it.