It was the last race before the Grand Final in Budapest. The last chance to collect some valuable points and advance up in the rankings.

Opposite to fellow training partner and Specialized rider Barb I really struggled in the early stages of the season. With my injury and lack of a running base I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to catch up on lost ground.

But, the win in Hamburg put me back in the game again.

Coming down from Davos Kitzbühel is an easy drive. Ones you get over the switchbacks of Flüela pass and into Austria that is... The convenience of packing the bikes in the back of the car and arriving less than 4 hours after departure... priceless!

The Specialized boys were waiting for us, the tent set up and the coffee machine well warmed up. The bikes got some TLC while we checked in, unpacked got ready for the racebriefing.

Kitzbühel is a small little town mostly known for it's ski slopes. It's one of those places you struggle to find a "backside".

There are no piles of rubbish, no graffiti, no sad flowers to be seen anywhere!

Compared to races in places like Hamburg and London, it's a bit of a dream for us athletes. Great training around the venue, no traffic and easy access to everything.

After a morning of training and physio I decided to rest my legs and watch the men's race from my hotel room. As always it is very interesting and inspiring! Most notably was the amount of boys that got themselves penalty's in transition.

Gomez one again did a great job. Catching someone with a 2min gap out on the run is not an easy task. And he actually almost made it...

Last time I watched Gomez put down the hammer was in Hamburg. The day after I had the privilege of replicate his results to a specialized double. Up in my room at the Lebenberg Hotel in Kitzbühel I wondered if I could repeat the Gomez results once again...

Training had gone well and I was quite excited to head down to the course at race day. My main focus was to get through the swim with the main pack, and not get caught up around the first buoy and screw up my chances for a good race.

Not sure exactly how I managed to get on Bennett's feet... but the swim turned out to be my career's best ever! I was sitting in 3rd around the first buoy and re-entered for the 2nd lap in 4th!

Coming into T1 well within the front group meant I didn't have to kill myself on the bike but could easily settle in to the pack and start to look after myself.

With a technical and narrow bike course it was important to stay near the front to keep out of trouble. I really enjoyed the course, my legs were feeling strong, the crowd was cheering, the weather was great... What more to ask for? I made my way up towards the front of the pack and jumped off my bike in first coming into T2. This is quite important as it can save you plenty of seconds out on the run!

After a lap we had formed a lead group of five with Emma Moffat, Paula Findlay, Andrea Hewitt, Helen Jenkins and myself. It was a nice even pace that was kept high the whole way. So high that we managed to drop Moffat after the half way mark, and then Jenkins a little bit further up the road.

I knew being in the medals was great as I would climb in the overall rankings. But my mind was all focus on finding a way in how to beat the other two girls....

Going around the last turnaround it was Findlay who started to wind up the pace. I hang on knowing we had dropped Hewitt, hoping Findlay would have gone to early fading before the finish line. But no... she wasn't fading at all.

Instead she just kept winding it up little by little. I was hanging on for dear life really hurting. My lungs almost exploding and my legs suddenly hard to coordinate. Coming in to the blue carpet she had a gap I couldn't close.

It hurt a little not winning.

But the happiness of getting on the podium took over and a big grin covered my face by the time I crossed the line.

I was greeted my Pete and Bobby and cleaned up with a white specialized T-shirt before I was sent off to the host broadcaster. It is such a rush of emotions and joy to be in the medals. To have my mum and grandparents on the grand stands (mum of course crying..) at the medal ceremony was a very special feeling.

The headcoach Tomas had been straight to the calculator and could report I was now sitting in third in the overall rankings. 3rd! That meant I now had chance on a medal in Budapest. Maybe 2010 wasn't a completely wasted season after all...

By the time I had left some blood and urine to the doping control, had my shower and found a restaurant it was 8:30pm... Grandpa made sure a big Wiener schnitzel landed on my plate and I found myself in a very very happy place.

It's now 4 weeks left to the Grand Final in Budapest.

I have lots of work ahead of me.., confident I can take my fitness to another level before then!