A few months ago, I sat on my road bike on the trainer in the infield of ADT velodrome and I was fervently wishing/praying/hoping that I would race fast enough to qualify for the World Championship team. As I got bumped up to a C4, the National team coach came over and seemed to say that I had good chance of a discretionary nomination. I raced, it didn't go well and I didn't know how to feel. I waited for the team to be announced. A week later, the official announcement came and my name was on the list! Woohoo!!!!!!
And then reality set in. I've been seriously training on the track for about four months and in six weeks I'll be competing for my country for IPC points. Points that could send another athlete to London or allow another country to take their own athlete.
Training since Nationals has been OK. I was on track and then early in December I got the stomach flu and go sent home from training camp in San Diego. I was not pleased. The three weeks following that were difficult on the legs. They seem to be coming back now.
Tomorrow I will start my first training camp with the National Team. I am scared out of my mind. All of the thoughts of death and dismemberment that I had when I went to development camp in April may very well come true! Development camp is all happy fun time! Yay! We can go to the Paralympics! Hooray bike riding! Look at me at the OTC!!! Now shit is getting real. It's make or break time.