With just a few hours left to go until I leave for Doha, I think reality is finally starting to set in – I’m going to the World Championships! With all the rushing around, preparation and media that’s been going on over the last few weeks, I don’t really think I’ve had time to think about what it means to me to be going. Now that all the training is over and the bags are packed, I’ve found myself with enough time to take stock of everything that’s happened and is about to happen.
When Roger, Tom and I started out on this journey about a year ago, we set out our aims for the year and looked at where we wanted to be at the end of the season. We set our goals, and they included a mid-25 second 200m time, and selection for the GB team for the World Championships. With these achieved, everything that we go and do in Doha is a big, fat bonus. But thinking about the opportunity, what’s in front of me makes me realise just how special it is. Having the chance to go and represent my country again is something I never really dreamed of, and certainly something I couldn’t picture when I was lying in my hospital bed less than 5 years ago. However, after the Invictus Games had finished last year, I was watching the footage back and Tanni Grey-Thompson suggested that, if I put my mind to it, then there was a potential shot at Rio up for grabs. That set all the wheels in motion, and that’s what we set out to achieve. I know I’m not there yet, but I’m an awful lot closer and definitely heading in the right direction, and, perhaps more importantly, the belief is there. This is the power of sport, again, showing you what you can achieve if you really set yourself to the task. I’ve been seeing photos on Twitter from some of the team that are already out there, and I just want to get there and get involved. The excitement is here, I feel the buzz and now I want to go and compete.
I am ready.