It had already been a special year for me. Months of training were behind me, and I had just decided to pick up my whole life and move in pursuit of achieving a lifelong goal. I moved out of my house and scattered all my belongings throughout family members that would look after them, a massive undertaking but all worth it to give me the best chance I could to train and be around other riders such as Jack Moir.
In a sudden and abrupt fashion, everything was up in the air which took a massive mental toll on me and had me asking many questions, most notably, “what’s next?”
I felt as though I had been put into a forced retirement with no sight of coming out anytime soon, along with that a sense of lost identity.
No matter how hard I tried to shake it and pull myself back up to the high I was on going into Portugal, I just couldn’t.
As a result, once I got back to Australia, I decided to leave my new found training ground of Newcastle and return home to Victoria to be around family to try and make sense of this whole thing.