With the AUS wheelchair basketball team, 2004.
October 2002. I receive an e-mail from David Martin, Senior Physiologist at the Australian Institute of Sport: “We are advertising a two-year Senior Physiologist position at the AIS. Would you be remotely interested?”
My answer: “I could be interested. Please, tell me more about it.”
That night I went to see a film (looking at the dates, it could have been Roman Polanski’s “The Pianist”, Cédric Klapisch’s “L’Auberge Espagnole” or Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne’s “Le Fils”), and when I got home I had a message from David in my answering machine, telling me about the position, the Department of Physiology, the colleagues I would be working with, the projects leading up to the Athens 2004 Olympic Games, etc. I was being offered a dream job in the world’s best “medal factory”, the opportunity to work side by side with some of the world’s best sport scientists and athletes in preparation for the Olympic Games, and I was going to get paid for it. Who could have resisted?
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