A very bad run but I’m pretty lucky.

First came shock, then came ugly crying on the side of the road for 5 minutes.

We were doing a one mile speed interval, and we were at a 5:45 pace. I was directly behind my friends, and before we realized it, there was a sinkhole (I wish the picture would do it justice because it was huge). It’s the strangest feeling to expect your foot to hit the ground, and then it doesn’t; I flew. The only thing that went through my brain as I fell was what my BIL taught me, “tuck and roll.” My BIL is the BYU Cosmo Coach and dunk team coach, so he knows all about falling. I’m happy I tucked and rolled because if I had put my hands out, I think I would have snapped my wrist or something. I landed on my side and just lay on the ground for a bit before trying to get up.

I fell right in front of the Utah Valley Marathon race director. It happened right in front of his house, and he looked at the sinkhole and said that it had to have occurred within the last day or two, so I called the city to let them know because this could cause more serious problems for a biker going faster than me. It was funny because I have emailed this particular race director for years about advertising, etc., and this was my first time meeting him, sobbing in his front yard.