There comes a time in one's amateur sporting career when you have to accept fate and find out just what inadequacy really means. Well aware of a sports performance lab tucked away in a pocket of heaving Brentford, I made my way down to London's westward expansion one Monday to put my brain in gear against a field of professional athletes.
Though coveted by the Oxford masses, I have never been wedded to a career in finance. But breaking into the world of journalism is famously fickle and so - petrified at the prospect of inactivity next summer - I decided to begin looking elsewhere for work experience. Banking was the obvious choice.