Once upon a time I tried to convince my
Mom that mountain biking was a safe sport. Not so much. On lap two of
the 64 mile suffer fest that is the Growler, I went down hard. I
swear there are invisible mountain lions out there! Causing me to cut
a two inch hole in my knee. Luckily with the support of Dave Weins,
who drove me out to the base, the Alpine Orthopedics staff, and
the Amazing Dr. Rhett Griggs I was quickly on to the road to
recovery... well not the road, more like the couch to recovery.
Thankfully the body heals, and two weeks after my crash I was ready for some shammy action.
Pulling out those yellow Mavic shoes I realized they still had three
crusty drops of blood, reminisce of an irrelevant memory, for nothing
could stop me form grinning for the next two hours.
Now, four weeks have gone by and summer
bike ridding is all back to normal. With the Fat Tire 40 under my
belt and many more races to come, I'm just giddy with excitement.
Once again a big thanks to AO and Dr. Griggs for getting me back in
the saddle in no time!
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