“About an hour into this race, I had diarrhea pants, I had vomit in my helmet, and I somehow got second, despite thinking I’m going to die.
“The next day is the Weston Beach race, the motorcycle race. On the first lap, I didn’t have the energy, and I just fell over and got run over. Dislocated wrist, completely fucked: it did an S where it normally goes straight. And all I thought was ‘thank GOD, they’re gonna put me under for sure.’
“So I went straight to the hospital, and they’re like, yeah, we've gotta do surgery right now, you lost blood supply to your hand.’ And it was literally the only time I was able to sleep for the next two weeks. I ended up losing about 25lbs, and I thought my stomach would never be able to handle any food ever again.