ar period, I typically train in Mansfield, the area where I grew up.
This year was no exception.
My training on the Sunday before Christmas was to leave for Mansfield on my road bike and do some intervals up Mt Buller.
When I hit the top of Mt Buller, I switched over to the mountain bike, which I had arranged to be dropped at the top of the mountain for me.
My plan was to join up with a couple of mates to hit up a new trail called the Epic.
The road ride went really well.
The intervals were on the mark.
I jumped on the mountain bike to set off with my mates, and we got halfway through the trail before I crashed.
I was descending on a four-wheel drive track and misjudged the corner.
This resulted in me falling quite heavily on my left side.
As soon as I hit the ground, I knew I had broken my collarbone.
I could feel it straightaway.
I had to make my way to the nearest point where I could get picked up by car – and from there, it was off to the hospital for x-rays and assessment.
I was really fortunate to see Dr Shane Barwood for surgery the very next day.
He put a plate and some screws in my collarbone and stapled me up before sending me home to recover.