My bike box was packed in the middle of the living room and the taxi was about to arrive in 45minutes, I was off to Austria to make my GB elite debut. I looked at the bike box, how was I even going to carry it around the train station and airport? I couldn't even pick up a saucepan with my right hand, it was still so bruised and sore. I knew in my heart, this wasn't going to work, despite having been sat on the turbo in the last few days in a valiant attempt to convince myself i would be OK, I still couldn't put any weight on my handlebars.
When the dream of competing for your country at the top level disappears what do you do?