Probably a couple of you already figured out that I was actually in Canada for the last two weeks. I mean how often do I shy away from my MTB in spring or my running trail of death in Partille? I just didn't want to advertise that I was away.

The running was okay but the hills were like speed bumps. Then again I was starting from almost zero so taking it slowly is good. By some miracle of British Airways and the oddly efficient new Terminal 5 at Heathrow, everything worked out and I arrived on schedule with my suitcase. This was my Christmas since I couldn't take the trip in December but I definitely suggest Christmas in March for those of you that hate stress.

I probably said that I am from Toronto but the suburb I lived in during high school and university is called Burlington. And, funny enough, this year Burlington is hosting the Canadian cycling champs. I will have to find some clips and point out the sights.

But now I need to sleep and try and get onto this time zone. Blääää.