Experience: I fell 12 metres and smashed my pelvis into pieces
It was clear it was broken. I could feel the bones grinding together as the paramedics strapped me to a gurney Growing up in Utah, I was so active that my parents nicknamed me “The Blur”. My older siblings introduced me to rock climbing while I was still at primary school. By the time I was 15, I was hauling myself up cliff faces. One summer’s day in 2014, when I was 17, my friends and I went paddleboarding on a lake
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- Emily Brough
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- Life and style
It was clear it was broken. I could feel the bones grinding together as the paramedics strapped me to a gurney Growing up in Utah, I was so active that my parents nicknamed me “The Blur”. My older siblings introduced me to rock climbing while I was still at primary school. By the time I was 15, I was hauling myself up cliff faces. One summer’s day in 2014, when I was 17, my friends and I went paddleboarding on a lake
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Experience: I fell 12 metres and smashed my pelvis into pieces
It was clear it was broken. I could feel the bones grinding together as the paramedics strapped me to a gurney Growing up in Utah, I was so active that my parents nicknamed me “The Blur”. My older siblings introduced me to rock climbing while I was still at primary school. By the time I was 15, I was hauling myself up cliff faces. One summer’s day in 2014, when I was 17, my friends and I went paddleboarding on a lake
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Experience: I fell 12 metres while bouldering and smashed my pelvis into pieces
It was clear it was broken. I could feel the bones grinding together as the paramedics strapped me to a gurney Growing up in Utah, I was so active that my parents nicknamed me “The Blur”. My older siblings introduced me to rock climbing while I was still at primary school. By the time I was 15, I was hauling myself up cliff faces. One summer’s day in 2014, when I was 17, my friends and I went paddleboarding on a lake
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