I’ve already bragged about how much I read this year.
But 2012 consisted of more than just books for me. There were bicycles & airplanes, road trips & new athletic PRs to celebrate as well. I like looking back because as Gretchen Rubin says, “the days are long but the years are short.”
[Grace "Little Hands" Boyle also inspired me with her year-in-review post and I'm borrowing heavily from it here. Thanks Gracey!]
Total miles cycled: 913
I didn’t start documenting until May but don’t think I got many miles in before that time anyway. Yea for bike commuting!
Miles ran: 102.05
This doesn’t count the running I did in Crossfit workouts. No matter. I still ran two races and, in case you weren’t sick of hearing about it yet, I also got my fastest half-marathon time this year. It was more about quality of running than quantity in 2012.
Nights away from home: 50
From ski trips to hot springs to visiting grandparents, oh my! Here’s where I traveled in 2012…
Posts published: 51
I launched a new blog this year and then, shortly thereafter, realized I didn’t really want to be writing a new blog. Whoops. So I learned about abandoning projects and the importance of non-attachment in 2012. This is really where I want to be. My favorite posts this year include the time I followed Eli to the edge, the story of finding dirty underwear in the mountains, the weekend I married my friends and my experience teaching 5th graders how to blog.
The stats of how readers find my blog are always interesting. A few of the Google searches that get people here include: spica cast (used in the treatment of hip dysplasia), Montessori bed, Paleo results, cervix torture (ouch?), and how to have fun without drinking. I’m pretty sure that the people searching for that last phrase are extremely disappointed with what they find here.
Crossfit workouts completed: 96
I can’t even begin to calculate the number of push-ups, pull-ups and squats that I did this year. A lot. A few of the personal bests that I’m most proud of include a new deadlift, front squat and push press record. But in words that normal people can understand: I’m down to my pre-pregnancy weight. And stronger than ever.
Diapers changed: 1,095
(That’s a very conservative estimate based on a bit of guesswork.) Regardless, it’s also a lot of shit. Good thing I’m an adult who never ceases to laugh when my kid farts on the changing table.
I’m looking forward to new adventures in 2013. Thanks for reading and for joining me on the journey!