![]() ![]() ![]() I quickly grabbed the bumper in order to avoid being run over and to stop my body from passing between metal and asphalt. Because of the speed of the vehicle and the slow reflexes of the elderly woman driving the Bronco, the SUV kept coming toward me, and I was soon reunited with its bumper. ![]() The next thing I knew, I was catapulted up into the air then I landed squarely on my backside. As I passed two cyclists on that particular corner, a red four-wheel-drive Bronco going about 55 miles an hour slammed into my bike from behind. Since I was fully exerting myself and focused on the race, I never took my eyes off of him. A police officer, with his back to the oncoming cars, waved me on to turn right and follow the course. I was coming up to a tricky turn where I knew we’d be merging with traffic. I had finished the swimming segment and was in the biking portion of the race when it happened. I was 23 at the time, with a relatively new chiropractic practice in La Jolla, California, and I’d trained hard for this triathlon for months. That moment changed my life and started me on this whole journey. On a beautiful Southern California day in April, I had the privilege of being run over by an SUV in a Palm Springs triathlon. In order for some of us to wake up, we sometimes need a wake-up call. ![]()
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