“TWHAPPPP.”

That’s what I remember most: The sound of the crash.

My bike was up the hill and I couldn’t move my leg. I was trying to stay calm.

“Look, you can wiggle your toes,” I thought to myself. Because I was off the back of the pack of riders I was with, it took a bit for my husband to turn around and find me. By then, the rest of the group was a few miles down the road at the next checkpoint.

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