Well, that's about it fellas.

The generous people of NYC shared their head colds with my whole family last week and its raining here in the ATL so I won't be getting any more miles. 7,841 will have to do.

I climbed almost 67 miles and burned the caloric equivalent of about 1470 slices of pizza. Saw boars and a bear. I rode seven centuries (one fixed) and at least a dozen fixed metrics. I raced my first race ever, three weeks after going to the hospital with Type A flu. Got dropped but dropped a few myself. Crashed once - bloodied and a broken rib but walked away under my own power.

I'm calling this a good year and hope yours was too. I also hope you all stay safe in 2019 and that you all find peace.



See you all on the other side.


-Tim-