Worst. Birthday. Race. Ever.
All I remember is seeing him switch the girl in front of me and then I was riding straight into her ribs. The next thing I remember is asking the paramedics if I needed stitches…three times because I hate needles. I really thought the stars were aligned in my favour at the HoRa Run Bike Run in Boekend last Sunday. It was the perfect temperature, I got a good spot in transition, and even the knee pain I was having that week seemed to have loosened after warming up. The cherry