This was the first inkling that something was wrong. I thought I was turning my mountain bike. I was still heading straight on over the track. I wasn’t riding it anymore. I was flying through the air. I was on my way towards what plane crash investigators sometimes refer to as 'an uncontrolled contact with the ground'.
My elbow hit first. It skidded along the track. Then my hip and my knee did the same. My skin brought me to a halt. The stinging began. I watched the first beads of blood well up. And my first thought was, “I wonder if I will be alright for my run tomorrow”.
My elbow hit first. It skidded along the track. Then my hip and my knee did the same. My skin brought me to a halt. The stinging began. I watched the first beads of blood well up. And my first thought was, “I wonder if I will be alright for my run tomorrow”.