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  • Even when I was still in the hospital people asked if I would race again.

    At first I said I didn’t know, because I couldn’t think about that – there was a shattered collarbone, collapsed lung, chest tube and head injury that had my attention.

    Then I said I didn’t know, because I didn’t.

    Then I said yes, but I didn’t know.

    Then I said I didn’t know, because people didn’t really like it when I said yes.

    Then I looked at “before” and I said yes, and I meant it – because those race minutes are the only ones where my mind stops making noise and I exist in the moment, for the moment. I am alive, aware and present in a way I never find with intention. How could I not do something that makes me smile like that before I even start?
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