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Saturday, October 8, 2011. Training before Worlds in Bratislava. Pulling through the gates at National Championships 2011. Happy to be on the podium. Friday, July 29, 2011. The First Month of France. Friday, July 1, 2011. Junior National Team Trials and the Departure to Paris. My lovely friends Sam and Sarah from Colorado. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. US National Team Trials 2011.
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