I am sooooo ready to be home. And by home I mean back in Mount P. Not that visiting with friends and family hasn't been great, and I can't say enough about the generosity of my Dad and my father in law to let us crash at their homes, but not having my routine of work, workout/ride, slack, cook, sleep, etc., is starting to make me a big crank/tool/member/richard cranium.
Could have rode today and I didn't. I could have raced the Dirty Dozen with my Pittsburgh friends and I didn't. I DID sleep in, eat a big breakfast (that I didn't make, not that it wasn't great, but damn I miss cooking my own eats!) get a hair cut, continue to play with WordPress, and go to Borders. NONE of those activities exactly lit a fire under my ass.
Cycling barely creeped into my life today. The extent of it was picking up a copy of Paved at Borders and adding some air to my tires. Paved is OK, but not a huge fan of road racing and cycling, but it is pretty well laid out. Not as good as Embrocation or Rouler, or even XXC Magazine (LOL!), but pretty well done.
Editor Joe Parkin seems to focuses a lot on Belgium and racing there. I'm sure that is no accident given his racing career, and hope there is even more in the future, because the muddy cross racing and epic Spring Classics of the region is about the only thing that gets my loins in an uproar about road riding/racing these days. Truth be told I've only sort of flipped threw it right now. Since I started XXC I find it harder and harder to look at other mags. Not that I think mine is better, but I sort of don't want to be influenced (consciously or subconsciously) by them and find myself doing something design or editorial wise that I don't want to or shouldn't do. I do hope to give it a good sit down read tomorrow night. In my own bed.