It happened a few minutes before January, but it was the big event of the month.
New bicycle comes home.
I break my back into a billion pieces.
I break in my new spring
crotch bike seat with 30 days of cycling.
Cross a finish line.
And then relax in Jamaica.
Puppies go swimming.
I climb a LOT of hills.
My form actually starts to improve.
I have the best - but not fastest - race of my life.
My girls come to visit.
We decide to make our family even larger.
So long, 2011, you were pretty fabulous...