I’m back: sunburned, rested and rarin’ to go. I need some time to catch up on my e-mail and blog intake, but soon I’ll have updates to the calendar and other listings, plus the wrap-ups, previews and obsessive linking you’ve come to love.

Special thanks to Seth Meyer (Team Get a Grip Cycling) for minding things while I was gone.

A cycling anecdote from my trip: Yesterday I spent three hours wandering around Caracas, Venezuela, killing time before it was time to go to the airport. Gazing across the city from a small hill, I saw in the distance what had until this point been a rare sight in this car-crazy country: A road bike. Then another. Then a pack of them.

It was a race! It looked to be a criterium of some sort. I scrambled down as fast as I could while carrying all my luggage. Meanwhile, my mind raced, trying to conjure a way to enter. In my bag was a Clif Shot leftover from Superweek. Would someone lend me their bike? Who would watch my bags? Would I be OK in a T-shirt and street shoes? How do you say “One for the Cat 3 race, please” in Spanish?

Alas, my heart sank as I got closer and saw the numbers painted on the riders’ arms and thighs.

It was just a silly triathlon. Pbbbt.