When you spend your days scaling mountains on belay and hurtling down them on skis, you’re bound to experience a few bumps and bruises along the way. My first serious outdoors injury occurred not long after I moved to Colorado in 2009. I was racing my bike down a steep, winding road in the Rockies when I hit some gravel and then next thing I knew I was on the ground.
Spurred by adrenaline, I leapt up and got myself and my bike onto the side of the road in case a car came along. As I did so, I could tell something wasn’t right with my right arm. My collarbone was sticking out at a funny angle and while I waited for my friend to come and pick me up, I became convinced I’d broken it. As a yoga teacher and rock climber, this was bad news.
