It’s all about momentum.
Descending your ally. Keep it on side; a little kick of the pedals here. A push of the bars there. So much comes from so little effort.
Ascending momentum a fleeting friend. Pedals turned smoothly carry the relationship for so long. But momentum will flee on all but the briefest of ups.
Sarah’s momentum stopped dead Thursday night. A bad roll of the cosmic dice robbed her all the forward motion gained.
Our current thoughts on the matter come to a slipped front wheel over rough terrain followed by a panic brake gave us the above result.
Watching your everything cartwheel at speed over the bars and ragdoll into the bushes is something I never wish to see again.
A clean break of the collar bone may have slowed Sarah down. So much has been gained. But her’s is a momentum that’s hard to slow yet alone stop.