British Rowing Championships in 2014. Believing it to be another case of nerves, even if it weren't the competition itself I was worried about, I decided to give my psyche a bit of help by getting some rest (I missed the final vaulting session), by doing some breathing and stretching, by reminding myself that I'm a big girl now and can go on an aeroplane, and generally by getting myself excited about the event instead of apprehensive about getting there. The fact that I could talk myself round with logic didn't make a difference to how grim I felt, though. In a way, I'm relieved that it's now been two weeks of feeling like this even though the competition is all done and dusted - I wasn't going mad, I wasn't subconsciously scared of something I couldn't identify - I've just been poorly!
|How it must have felt for Sibylle!|
|Where there's a group of vaulters, one of them will be in the air...|
|Coming down from bench - legs could be straighter|
|Not a straight leg here either but I suppose it is my worse one!|
|Me, the guy who ran the place (a legend!) and Sibylle|
|Me with Nett and Sandie <3 !|
|On the podium with Nett|