Well I was in my last 50 yards and really pushing it. I either counted wrong during practice or during the race, but as I pulled what I thought was my last stroke before flipping to my belly...I whacked my wrist...All of the judges heard it crack and the EMT was at my lane before I even realized what had happened. But did I stop...no, my father would have kicked my butt, so I continued with a time worse than a 2 year old. Two fractures and I competed with a cast (crappy times, good arm work out) for the rest of the season.
And I have never lived it down!
Aly