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Klutzy Katie

Well I was GOING to do my first mountain bike race tonight - but I once again got in the way of myself. While loading bikes in flip flops I managed to give myself a gnarly gash. After yelping I immediately fell into the grass next to the car laughing and Chris ran around the side of the car to see what was wrong. As blood gushed out of my foot, still laughing, I said , "It's okay I can still do the race! We'll just put some hydrogen peroxide on it!" Chris sat down next to me and tried to hide the gaping wound from me by putting himself between me and my foot and said "uhhh...yeah you have to go to the hospital." I continued to tell him it didn't even hurt and I was fine until he told me he could practically see my bone. I sneeked a peek and my cut looked like raw chicken - tendon and all.
So I walked myself into the hospital, checked myself in with Chris laughing and rolling his eyes all the way, and talked to the doctor about cycling (turns out he raced bikes for 15 years!) as he numbed and stitched me  up

Gnarly little gash compliments of my Rex

7 stitches - go me

A little pale after watching Doc stitch me up, it's not for the faint of heart

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