Broken femur? Hey-ho!
t was February 2019, and a decent cyclo-cross season had boosted my confidence for the road season ahead. With a new bike and new coach, I was aiming to gain my secondcat licence while also targeting the BC National Masters road race and circuit champs. My fitness was good, my weight was where it needed to be, and I was in Majorca to ramp up my training. But halfway down a descent, I found myself lying in the road looking at the sky – I still don’t know what happened. My first instinct was to get out of
