I tried to stay positive. But there was nobody around – it was the middle of December, in the middle of nowhere
It was a cold, sunny December day when I set out for a run in Moab, Utah, with my dog, Taz. As a professional endurance athlete I often went for training runs by myself, and had done this particular route before. So what happened next was just bad luck.
About an hour into my run along a remote canyon trail, I hit a patch of black ice. I found myself slipping down the rock face, which became steeper and steeper until suddenly I was in free fall. I just remember thinking, “I’ve got to land this somehow.”
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