I am an Olympic skier. An artist. An explorer and a creator.
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STRIVING FOR (im)PERFECTION
It's just what I do. I don't even realize I'm doing it most of the time, until I step back and look at my todo list for the day and see that it is full of tasks and wishes that could not even be accomplished in a week. Including, but not limited to: install a fence, paint a Mother's Day card for mum, book a flight to LA, call Amazon about bill, call Grandma, breathe, meditate, relax, take care of invoices, answer all emails, sign-up for summer classes, PT x2 for 2 hours each session, go on a short walk and take photographs, look at houses on Zillow on the Oregon coast, email Eirik, call Chelsea, email Patrick, call Allana, plan backpacking trip through Canadian Rockies, dinner with dad, etc. etc. etc. Okay, I'm sure you've had enough. Now you can see why I get overwhelmed. And, also, why I get so much done. And, also, why I sometimes get absolutely nothing done...or how I can accomplish a little part of a few tasks but never fully complete a single one (I get distracted by all the others). How I'm sleep-deprived, and how I'm strong. Why I cry all the time and why everything has to be in it's rightful place.
But I'm working through it all. These past 2 months have taught me so much about myself. They have taught me how and why I need to write, the importance of having friends, how to listen attentively (this is a work in progress), and how to drive with 2 feet. I have written down some contemplations on my blog, and would love to share my pains and pleasures with you. Feedback is always, ALWAYS welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thank-you so much for reading, and for standing by me while I chase impossible dreams. I feel your hopes and good vibes, always. Click here to read my blog post about pizza (it's not really about pizza).
MY FIRST STEPS
So it's been a while. It's been a hard, painful while since I had surgery. 6 weeks. What a journey! There have been moments of intense darkness: when I woke up for the first time after surgery. When I had debilitating anxiety before every therapy session for the first 4 weeks because of the excruciating pain I endured every time we had to bend my leg. When I felt alone, regardless of all the family, friends and love surrounding me. But there were also moments of brightness: when I held a baby goat and felt it's curiosity. When I received hand-written letters in the mail -- I could feel the concern and the hope. When I took my first steps, two days ago. It has been a scary, enlightening, and frustrating 6 weeks of countless peaks, pits, and plateaus.
I am now in Vail, CO, checking in with my surgeon and doing a week of therapy here. I'll head to St. Louis this weekend to see my sister graduate from grad school (in fine arts) and then home for a few days before a 6-week stint in Park City. Every day I make progress. And every day I have doubts. Read more about my contemplations of injury and life after skiing on my blog (click here). And, enjoy your Monday!
I am now in Vail, CO, checking in with my surgeon and doing a week of therapy here. I'll head to St. Louis this weekend to see my sister graduate from grad school (in fine arts) and then home for a few days before a 6-week stint in Park City. Every day I make progress. And every day I have doubts. Read more about my contemplations of injury and life after skiing on my blog (click here). And, enjoy your Monday!
ANNYEONGHASEYO
That means hello in Korean. The only other words I have learned are "Kamsahamnida" and "Butakamnida" which mean, respectively, thank-you and please. Oh, and yesterday an adorable little Korean woman taught me how to say "I love you" -- saranghaeyo. I would like to learn more, but I am struggling with just these 4 words/phrases. Also, I'm leaving on Thursday.... and I get to go home to Oregon! Hooray!!!
That's how I feel about going home. Even if it's only for 2 days. I haven't returned since X-mas, and I am SO pumped to sleep in my bed. To go to the natural food store, to deprive my senses in a float tank. To play piano and to be super jet-lagged. Yay!
The last few weeks really haven't been that bad. Well, there have been terrible moments. But there have also been moments of brightness... Let's rewind....
The last few weeks really haven't been that bad. Well, there have been terrible moments. But there have also been moments of brightness... Let's rewind....
(actually this image was taken in Oregon. But anyway...)
St. Moritz /// World Championships:
Heading into the races, I was unsure which events I would be skiing (apart from Super-G, the event through which I qualified for the World Championships team). On the first night upon our arrival, the coaches announced that I would be racing Stacey for the fourth spot in Downhill. Linsdey and Jackie had their spots secured through podiums, and Breezy had more World Cup points than either I or Stacey, so they put her in the third spot. Stacey and I decided that we wanted to race in the Super-Combined DH run, which we both found out we were racing in within a few days of the beginning of the World Championships events.
Heading into the races, I was unsure which events I would be skiing (apart from Super-G, the event through which I qualified for the World Championships team). On the first night upon our arrival, the coaches announced that I would be racing Stacey for the fourth spot in Downhill. Linsdey and Jackie had their spots secured through podiums, and Breezy had more World Cup points than either I or Stacey, so they put her in the third spot. Stacey and I decided that we wanted to race in the Super-Combined DH run, which we both found out we were racing in within a few days of the beginning of the World Championships events.
The first day of DH training was canceled, and we raced Super-G the next. It was a great course, and a good hill. I just held back a bit and wasn't quite aggressive enough -- A lesson I have learned countless times.
So approaching the DH run in the Combined race, I knew I had to ski with more hunger. I let loose a bit and came down in 5th....but I still had the Slalom run left to race. Slalom is a difficult event to race when you have not trained. Especially because, in a race, you want to ski aggressively. You want to send it. You want to arc, to let go, but to do so in control when you haven't trained is impossible. But goddamn. It's FUN. My slalom races are always wild -- arms flailing, gates flying in my face, sometimes I get a binding to the bum. My lack of control is pretty much guaranteed, and I thrive in that turbulence. My run wasn't too bad. I had a few little mistakes, one big one on the flats, but I managed to make it to the finish and smile. I came in 15th.
So approaching the DH run in the Combined race, I knew I had to ski with more hunger. I let loose a bit and came down in 5th....but I still had the Slalom run left to race. Slalom is a difficult event to race when you have not trained. Especially because, in a race, you want to ski aggressively. You want to send it. You want to arc, to let go, but to do so in control when you haven't trained is impossible. But goddamn. It's FUN. My slalom races are always wild -- arms flailing, gates flying in my face, sometimes I get a binding to the bum. My lack of control is pretty much guaranteed, and I thrive in that turbulence. My run wasn't too bad. I had a few little mistakes, one big one on the flats, but I managed to make it to the finish and smile. I came in 15th.
The DH portion of the Combined race wasn't exactly fair. The sun was coming in and out. For Stacey, the sun was hiding. She had some bad luck, and that allowed me to get the spot for the Downhill race at World Champs. It didn't feel right to win that way. But people always say, "that's ski racing."
After a day off we were back on the course, this time for the Downhill race. I felt positive and confident after the Combined DH run, and I was committed to simply enjoying my day. No matter what.
I have been working on coming through the finish and taking a deep breath before I look up at my time/place. Trying to embrace the moment, feel the energy and adrenaline, recount my run in a glance before judging it based off of the time. It is a very difficult task...I am not sure I accomplished this, because all I can remember from the finish that day was looking up and seeing that I was in the lead. Although I only started 4th, I knew it was a good run and I had some really good skiers start in front of me. Also, it has been a while since I've come down in the lead. I'm pretty sure this is the first time it has happened all year....
I didn't end up winning, but coming in 5th pretty much felt like a win after the beginning of my season had been such a struggle.
After a day off we were back on the course, this time for the Downhill race. I felt positive and confident after the Combined DH run, and I was committed to simply enjoying my day. No matter what.
I have been working on coming through the finish and taking a deep breath before I look up at my time/place. Trying to embrace the moment, feel the energy and adrenaline, recount my run in a glance before judging it based off of the time. It is a very difficult task...I am not sure I accomplished this, because all I can remember from the finish that day was looking up and seeing that I was in the lead. Although I only started 4th, I knew it was a good run and I had some really good skiers start in front of me. Also, it has been a while since I've come down in the lead. I'm pretty sure this is the first time it has happened all year....
I didn't end up winning, but coming in 5th pretty much felt like a win after the beginning of my season had been such a struggle.
(that's what it felt like)
(and that)
I had been planning on staying to race in the team event for a while, but as I was warming up for it (two days after the DH race), I blew my back out. Injuring my back in GS has been a common theme throughout my ski career, but doing it in the team event? That was new. When I look back, though, it makes perfect sense -- team event is similar to GS in the sense that your body position is practically the same, but the distances between gates are comparable to an open slalom course and you're not cross blocking. The turns are quick and the forces are high, and being unable to cross block drives you into a pinched position where your upper and lower body are drastically separated, generating significant energy and forces through your core and back. So. That's why it happened.
(getting a little loose in the Combined slalom)
Since Tommy was racing GS a few days later, I stayed and became a fan for a few days (while recovering from back pain and stiffness). It was perfect to stay in St. Moritz for a few days longer, because it allowed me to have access to therapy and other tools I needed to get back to shape for my races the next weekend in Crans Montana.
After Tommy's GS race, we headed straight to Lisbon for a few days of rest and exploration.
After Tommy's GS race, we headed straight to Lisbon for a few days of rest and exploration.
Lisbon, Portugal:
What an insanely magical city Lisbon is. The streets are all set in limestone cobbles, the building facades decorated with intricate, colorful ceramic tiles. It appears that the buildings were just set down randomly, in a maze of complex and beautiful patterns -- a grid system never seemed to exist. Some of the streets are wide enough for 2 cars, some wide enough for one, and some barely wide enough for a human body inching through sideways. There is beautiful graffiti throughout the city, stair-way-alley-things that lead to and fro, hills rolling every which-way, creating depth and intricacy to the landscapes. Also, there was ocean!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What an insanely magical city Lisbon is. The streets are all set in limestone cobbles, the building facades decorated with intricate, colorful ceramic tiles. It appears that the buildings were just set down randomly, in a maze of complex and beautiful patterns -- a grid system never seemed to exist. Some of the streets are wide enough for 2 cars, some wide enough for one, and some barely wide enough for a human body inching through sideways. There is beautiful graffiti throughout the city, stair-way-alley-things that lead to and fro, hills rolling every which-way, creating depth and intricacy to the landscapes. Also, there was ocean!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(playing in the sand)
We spent one day driving along the coast, exploring various beach towns and playing in the water. It was a short game, as the water was damned cold. But it felt so nice to get some sand in my toes, salt in my hair, sun on my skin. Yum.
Although the beach was nice, Tommy and I both mostly felt pulled toward the city of Lisbon. Walking miles every day, we saw more of that city on foot than we could have possibly seen by car, trolley, bus or bike. We climbed so many hills and stairs, saw endless colors and alleyways, ate possibly the most delicious Mexican food I've ever had, wandered in the bustling dark and ate breakfast in our hotel's sun-drenched garden terrace. The temperature was in the 60's during the days and in the 40's at night. It was a perfect little sunny getaway, filled with lots of incredible food (and lots of time spent eating it), sore feet, and plenty of photo-taking. I brought my 120 film camera, so can only show you my phone photos here. But, actually, my phone takes quite good photos (Google Pixel). Below are a few glimpses into the character (or, what I perceived it's character to be) of Lisbon...
Although the beach was nice, Tommy and I both mostly felt pulled toward the city of Lisbon. Walking miles every day, we saw more of that city on foot than we could have possibly seen by car, trolley, bus or bike. We climbed so many hills and stairs, saw endless colors and alleyways, ate possibly the most delicious Mexican food I've ever had, wandered in the bustling dark and ate breakfast in our hotel's sun-drenched garden terrace. The temperature was in the 60's during the days and in the 40's at night. It was a perfect little sunny getaway, filled with lots of incredible food (and lots of time spent eating it), sore feet, and plenty of photo-taking. I brought my 120 film camera, so can only show you my phone photos here. But, actually, my phone takes quite good photos (Google Pixel). Below are a few glimpses into the character (or, what I perceived it's character to be) of Lisbon...
intricate tiling on the side of a building -- notice how there are not two identical tiles...
a neat stair-alley way
laundry drying in the sun and breeze
After recovering for a few days and taking a break from the racing scene, my back felt ready to ski again (walking is one of the best remedies for by back pain).
Crans Montana, Switzerland:
I headed to Crans Montana for a pretty crazy weekend of weird conditions and racing....
The first day of racing was insane. While inspecting, we all thought the snow to be way too dangerous to race on. And when they started running the race anyway, it turned out that the course set was the real danger. It took not only ALL of the for-runners to fail (off the roll at the 4th gate), but the first 3 racers to do the same before they canceled the race and moved the start down. Not only did the first 3 racers fail, but 2 of the three crashed, and bib 3 ended up badly injuring her knee. Why does it take a disaster for the officials to reconsider a poorly-run race? What is the point of having for-runners if their opinions of the course are not taken into account? To restart a race (move the start down past the sketchy section) after one of the racers has fallen and injured themselves doesn't seem fair--if not everybody has the opportunity to restart, it isn't a just decision in my opinion.
Anyway, after they moved the start down I decided not to race anyway, given the conditions and decisions being made that day. It was a Super-Combined race, and I was focusing on the Super-G race the next day anyway....which I ended up skiing through a panel in. I just went a little too straight on the bottom section of the course and the snow was not nearly responsive enough to allow the line I took. That was some slushy, rotten stuff!
Crans Montana, Switzerland:
I headed to Crans Montana for a pretty crazy weekend of weird conditions and racing....
The first day of racing was insane. While inspecting, we all thought the snow to be way too dangerous to race on. And when they started running the race anyway, it turned out that the course set was the real danger. It took not only ALL of the for-runners to fail (off the roll at the 4th gate), but the first 3 racers to do the same before they canceled the race and moved the start down. Not only did the first 3 racers fail, but 2 of the three crashed, and bib 3 ended up badly injuring her knee. Why does it take a disaster for the officials to reconsider a poorly-run race? What is the point of having for-runners if their opinions of the course are not taken into account? To restart a race (move the start down past the sketchy section) after one of the racers has fallen and injured themselves doesn't seem fair--if not everybody has the opportunity to restart, it isn't a just decision in my opinion.
Anyway, after they moved the start down I decided not to race anyway, given the conditions and decisions being made that day. It was a Super-Combined race, and I was focusing on the Super-G race the next day anyway....which I ended up skiing through a panel in. I just went a little too straight on the bottom section of the course and the snow was not nearly responsive enough to allow the line I took. That was some slushy, rotten stuff!
(I took the panel with me. heh.)
I ended up going out in the Slalom portion of the combined the next day, so all in all it wasn't a great weekend for me in Crans. But it sounds like I will have another chance to make friends with that hill next year....
Pyeongchang, South Korea:
We flew out of Milan on Sunday evening after the 2nd Super-Combined race. It was a rush to make it to our plane in time, but it ended up working out fine and we were in South Korea before I could gather my composure. The bus-ride through the city up to the mountains gave me an idea of the lay of the land, but as the buildings petered out and the trees began to takeover it turned into a different place than I had imagined.
Jeongseon was built solely for the purpose of hosting the Olympic Alpine speed events (possibly border or skier cross as well?), and the resort certainly felt temporary. There seemed to be only 2 established runs on the hill: the DH/SG race run, and the warm-up slope. The snow was mostly man-made, but the surface turned out to be great in the races -- icy and fast, but softening with the sun and somewhat forgiving. Set amongst thick deciduous trees and rolling hills (I saw no mountain peaks), it reminded me somewhat of Sochi, Russia
Pyeongchang, South Korea:
We flew out of Milan on Sunday evening after the 2nd Super-Combined race. It was a rush to make it to our plane in time, but it ended up working out fine and we were in South Korea before I could gather my composure. The bus-ride through the city up to the mountains gave me an idea of the lay of the land, but as the buildings petered out and the trees began to takeover it turned into a different place than I had imagined.
Jeongseon was built solely for the purpose of hosting the Olympic Alpine speed events (possibly border or skier cross as well?), and the resort certainly felt temporary. There seemed to be only 2 established runs on the hill: the DH/SG race run, and the warm-up slope. The snow was mostly man-made, but the surface turned out to be great in the races -- icy and fast, but softening with the sun and somewhat forgiving. Set amongst thick deciduous trees and rolling hills (I saw no mountain peaks), it reminded me somewhat of Sochi, Russia
(enjoying a training run)
After two mediocre training runs I was ready to go fast again. I found some fire and ended up racing into 4th in the Downhill. Many people expressed apologies to me and asked if I was upset about the wooden spoon, but, honestly, 4th place is not really something I have ever been mad about (I have been there many times). I was starting to feel more confident on my skis, and it was my best result all year. Why would I be upset about that? Anyway, it's just a number...
The SG was good the next day as well. I skied even better than I did in the downhill, but had a few mistakes and came into 6th place, another PB for this season. It felt good to finally get some good response from the snow after the tough conditions we had in Crans Montana the weekend before.
(after a plane-ride, some procrastination and serious jet-lag, I continued to write this post in Oregon)
There is something about the second half of the season that makes me faster. Maybe it's the increasing amount of sunlight (so much more happiness!), maybe it's the more spring-like snow, maybe it's just the fact that I become more accustomed to racing all the time and figure out how to push myself comfortably. I don't know. I'm asked all the time why my skiing improves throughout the winter and I honestly cannot answer that question. I feel that if I could, I would be able to take those answers and contort and time-warp them to utilize in the beginning of my seasons. Trust me, I'm working on it. For now, I'm not too upset about it because, well, it's the end of the season!
I'm headed to Aspen soon for World Cup finals, and am really feeling the spring vibes as the weather here in Oregon seems to be tricking us with it's warmth and sunlight. But I'm alright with tricks, and hope I can follow and catch them as they bring me through to the final races of the season. Even if it's snowing, windy, raining, foggy, I can feel the sun's path unbending and waking me in the morning with a sort of high-five. Like, "Yeah. I'm here and I'm gonna stay for a while, so come play."
The SG was good the next day as well. I skied even better than I did in the downhill, but had a few mistakes and came into 6th place, another PB for this season. It felt good to finally get some good response from the snow after the tough conditions we had in Crans Montana the weekend before.
(after a plane-ride, some procrastination and serious jet-lag, I continued to write this post in Oregon)
There is something about the second half of the season that makes me faster. Maybe it's the increasing amount of sunlight (so much more happiness!), maybe it's the more spring-like snow, maybe it's just the fact that I become more accustomed to racing all the time and figure out how to push myself comfortably. I don't know. I'm asked all the time why my skiing improves throughout the winter and I honestly cannot answer that question. I feel that if I could, I would be able to take those answers and contort and time-warp them to utilize in the beginning of my seasons. Trust me, I'm working on it. For now, I'm not too upset about it because, well, it's the end of the season!
I'm headed to Aspen soon for World Cup finals, and am really feeling the spring vibes as the weather here in Oregon seems to be tricking us with it's warmth and sunlight. But I'm alright with tricks, and hope I can follow and catch them as they bring me through to the final races of the season. Even if it's snowing, windy, raining, foggy, I can feel the sun's path unbending and waking me in the morning with a sort of high-five. Like, "Yeah. I'm here and I'm gonna stay for a while, so come play."
Jeongseon / Pyeongchang, South Korea. Super-G race
belief / persistence / relief
Cortina, Italy /// PC: Christophe Pallot / Agence Zoom
How did I get here? Already, I am awaiting the trip to World Championships -- the races start next week. These past 3 weeks have been a bit of a blur, a fast ride, a little butt smack. Before these weeks of racing began I was excited, happy, hopeful and looking forward to being healthy and more consistent in my races. I was feeling good on my skis, ready to make the continuation from my last run of Downhill in Val d'Isere into the next in Zauchensee. Although I had lost quite a bit of weight and strength during my sickness in December, I felt comfortable on snow and was gaining strength back fairly quickly. It was time to get into the swing of 3 weeks of racing.
Then it dumped. We got absolutely pummeled with snow in Zauchensee, Austria, and after the first 3 days of anxiety, cancellations, and powder skiing, no one was convinced that we would race that weekend at all. The weather remained strange and inconsistent -- it was foggy, windy, snowing, cold, warm, damp, sunny. Although the powder skiing was insanely enjoyable, I was ready to get my race skis on and try again. We patiently awaited the clear, and finally pulled off a training run on Sunday morning, planning to do a race that afternoon. Even the training run was strange -- it started out cloudy and felt slow, and sped up throughout the race. Bib 50-something won the run. A few girls were injured in the training run, which was unusual given the ease of the course and the snow conditions. I'm guessing that was due to built-up nervous anxiety over the week, but who knows?
Then came the race. It was fairly good weather: partly cloudy and a bit windy. The track was pretty smooth and consistent, considering the weather conditions for the few days beforehand. I skied really well, but didn't get lucky with the wind and was 43rd on the top section of the course. My turns were great, and I made up some time to be 4th on the bottom two sections of the course. Jackie took advantage of her bib and managed to pull off a great run, skiing onto the podium in 3rd place! That was really wonderful to see. I couldn't have been more psyched for her, as her skiing has been great this season and she's an awesome teammate. I walked away from that race inspired and ready to continue with my speed, excited to get to Garmisch and keep pushing.
Then it dumped. We got absolutely pummeled with snow in Zauchensee, Austria, and after the first 3 days of anxiety, cancellations, and powder skiing, no one was convinced that we would race that weekend at all. The weather remained strange and inconsistent -- it was foggy, windy, snowing, cold, warm, damp, sunny. Although the powder skiing was insanely enjoyable, I was ready to get my race skis on and try again. We patiently awaited the clear, and finally pulled off a training run on Sunday morning, planning to do a race that afternoon. Even the training run was strange -- it started out cloudy and felt slow, and sped up throughout the race. Bib 50-something won the run. A few girls were injured in the training run, which was unusual given the ease of the course and the snow conditions. I'm guessing that was due to built-up nervous anxiety over the week, but who knows?
Then came the race. It was fairly good weather: partly cloudy and a bit windy. The track was pretty smooth and consistent, considering the weather conditions for the few days beforehand. I skied really well, but didn't get lucky with the wind and was 43rd on the top section of the course. My turns were great, and I made up some time to be 4th on the bottom two sections of the course. Jackie took advantage of her bib and managed to pull off a great run, skiing onto the podium in 3rd place! That was really wonderful to see. I couldn't have been more psyched for her, as her skiing has been great this season and she's an awesome teammate. I walked away from that race inspired and ready to continue with my speed, excited to get to Garmisch and keep pushing.
Zauchensee, Austria /// PC: Christophe Pallot / Agence Zoom
Garmisch has often been a hill that I find my speed on. I connect with it somehow, feel comfortable on it. Coming into the race weekend I was looking forward to seeing what I could pull off. And then, in the second training run, I crashed at the top of the course, tumbling into the nets at 120 km/hr. It happened so fast, I can't even remember what the reason for the crash was. I thought I likely caught an edge in some soft snow, and went down from there. Whatever it was, it was scary. And it freaking hurt. It has been a while since I've hit the fence that hard, and it was a reminder about the risk I take every time I push out of the start. I was basically sore from head to toe -- I had some bad whiplash, a very sore arm and back, both of my knees were tight and sore (and somehow miraculously still attached), and my right ankle was giving me some serious problems for a few days. When I stood up from the crash, I noticed that my right boot was half-way off...a very strange thing considering how tight I buckle my boots when I ski. But the soreness wasn't extreme, and I was able to get back in the start gate the next day for the DH race.
To get up from a crash and ski with calm confidence is always difficult, especially in Downhill. Not only was I sore and achy, but my mentality was pretty weak. Not being able to actually complete the training run also had an effect on my confidence the next day.... I only made it 18 seconds into the course before crashing. The conditions changed pretty drastically from the first training run to the race day. The course was much faster, and the snow was icier and bumpier. But I remained composed, even though I was terrified inside. It's funny how you can trick yourself into a mental state that you know you can't maintain. That morning during inspection I was certain that I could ski well, confident and aggressive. And then 5 minutes before I clicked into my skis to push out of the start, a wave of doubt swept over me and I became afraid, worried, resistant. These feelings remain today, although I am learning to keep them at bay and move with them slowly.
That day I skied scared. I couldn't find the front of the ski, I didn't want to search for speed. My body position was passive, and my mind was not in race mode. Even in the Super-G the next day I struggled to find the drive to ski fast. That weekend in Garmisch was really hard on me, as it was disappointing, scary, and a huge endeavor to continue to believe in my skiing and trust myself. It takes so much energy to wake up every morning and not succumb to uncertainty when your positive outlook and trust just don't seem to work.
This is where I have been struggling: to keep believing, despite disappointing results, adversity, fear, doubt and the habit of self-pity. It is so easy to feel down, to feel sorry for yourself, to be angry at the world when things don't go your way. Staying positive and hopeful in the face of this is an enormous challenge, and I'm so enlivened by this prospect (though somedays I really want to give up). To be happy, regardless of results. To see every day, every run, every turn, as a step, a progression. To look up at your time and breathe, knowing you are in the perfect place. To keep believing.
To get up from a crash and ski with calm confidence is always difficult, especially in Downhill. Not only was I sore and achy, but my mentality was pretty weak. Not being able to actually complete the training run also had an effect on my confidence the next day.... I only made it 18 seconds into the course before crashing. The conditions changed pretty drastically from the first training run to the race day. The course was much faster, and the snow was icier and bumpier. But I remained composed, even though I was terrified inside. It's funny how you can trick yourself into a mental state that you know you can't maintain. That morning during inspection I was certain that I could ski well, confident and aggressive. And then 5 minutes before I clicked into my skis to push out of the start, a wave of doubt swept over me and I became afraid, worried, resistant. These feelings remain today, although I am learning to keep them at bay and move with them slowly.
That day I skied scared. I couldn't find the front of the ski, I didn't want to search for speed. My body position was passive, and my mind was not in race mode. Even in the Super-G the next day I struggled to find the drive to ski fast. That weekend in Garmisch was really hard on me, as it was disappointing, scary, and a huge endeavor to continue to believe in my skiing and trust myself. It takes so much energy to wake up every morning and not succumb to uncertainty when your positive outlook and trust just don't seem to work.
This is where I have been struggling: to keep believing, despite disappointing results, adversity, fear, doubt and the habit of self-pity. It is so easy to feel down, to feel sorry for yourself, to be angry at the world when things don't go your way. Staying positive and hopeful in the face of this is an enormous challenge, and I'm so enlivened by this prospect (though somedays I really want to give up). To be happy, regardless of results. To see every day, every run, every turn, as a step, a progression. To look up at your time and breathe, knowing you are in the perfect place. To keep believing.
Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany /// PC: Stanko Gruden / Agence Zoom
Without a substantial basis for this belief (taken from results), I continued with it into the races in Cortina this past weekend. The training runs went fairly well, and I approached the race with trust and conviction, as I could see my skiing was back to where I knew it could be. I was doing well in the Downhill when, 2/3 of the way down the course, I had a bobble that almost threw me on my face, and back in the nets. Somehow I stayed on my feet and gave away some speed to make the next gate, and the rest of the course. I was thankful to be in the finish, though I knew the mistake was costly and the result was unfavorable. It felt good to ski well, trust myself, and make it through the finish into the top 30 even with a big bobble. To know that, without that bobble, I could have been in the top-10 or top-5 felt good, even though it wasn't a reality. And to stay on my feet and remain calm through it all was an achievement I was contented by.
Going into the Super-G race the next day was a bit stressful. The whole World Championship team selection process has been putting a lot of pressure on everyone on our team over the last few weeks. Vibes have been intense, skiing has been tense, qualifying has been on everyone's mind. I just wanted to go out there and ski well. I wanted to prove to myself that I am skiing well, and I wanted to be comfortable and calm on the snow. Although my skiing wasn't perfect, I was composed and present. I skied a little bit safe, but felt like I could actually get to the front of the ski and generate some power. I made a few good turns and didn't have any sketchy moments....AND I skied through the finish. Getting into the top-10 was a step in the right direction, even if I wasn't skiing very aggressively.
Going into the Super-G race the next day was a bit stressful. The whole World Championship team selection process has been putting a lot of pressure on everyone on our team over the last few weeks. Vibes have been intense, skiing has been tense, qualifying has been on everyone's mind. I just wanted to go out there and ski well. I wanted to prove to myself that I am skiing well, and I wanted to be comfortable and calm on the snow. Although my skiing wasn't perfect, I was composed and present. I skied a little bit safe, but felt like I could actually get to the front of the ski and generate some power. I made a few good turns and didn't have any sketchy moments....AND I skied through the finish. Getting into the top-10 was a step in the right direction, even if I wasn't skiing very aggressively.
Cortina, Italy /// PC: Christophe Pallot / Agence Zoom
It felt good to get back in the top ten, and to hopefully bring some confidence into St. Moritz. I'm looking forward to skiing under pressure, to pushing myself and taking risks again, to looking for speed and trying to ski confidently. We will see. Like they say, when it's good, it's easy. And when it's bad.... well....
I am learning so much every day. I am remembering how much I love to ski, how enjoyable it is to race down a course with the wind in your face. That feeling of arcing a sweet turn, carrying speed -- pure joy. If I can put a whole run of perfect turns together I will be thrilled. But to take things as they come and see every moment for it's potential is something I am reminded of when that perfection seems unattainable. And if I can't ever put a perfect run together? So be it. I'll take what I can get. Even if it's just one turn.
I am learning so much every day. I am remembering how much I love to ski, how enjoyable it is to race down a course with the wind in your face. That feeling of arcing a sweet turn, carrying speed -- pure joy. If I can put a whole run of perfect turns together I will be thrilled. But to take things as they come and see every moment for it's potential is something I am reminded of when that perfection seems unattainable. And if I can't ever put a perfect run together? So be it. I'll take what I can get. Even if it's just one turn.
TO BE JOLLY
XC skiing with my dad and sister Allana at the Canmore Nordic Center in Alberta
The alleged 'break' that is Christmas. It always has it's stresses, it's pleasures, it's insanity. The family time. The gift organization. The fires and the food and the love. After returning home from Val d'Isere I had some work to do. I had lost a lot of weight and strength in my sickness, and knew I was going to have to hit the gym often during my time off. It is already so difficult to distribute my time at home efficiently and satisfyingly. To spend the time I want to spend with friends and family can be exhausting by itself. Add gym and exercise time to that regimen and it turns nuts. Then throw in appointments, errands, skiing, fun, and trying to relax and rejuvinate.... Just the thought of rejuvination almost seems like a joke....
Luckily I had a few weeks over the Holiday season this year to get everything done. I got to spend a week at home in Oregon, and a week up in Canmore with family as well. I even got to free ski for 3 days. I gained back some strength, read my book, got everyone gifts (though I may not have finished knitting that sweater for my sister....) and enjoyed time in the snow and mountains with loved ones.
Luckily I had a few weeks over the Holiday season this year to get everything done. I got to spend a week at home in Oregon, and a week up in Canmore with family as well. I even got to free ski for 3 days. I gained back some strength, read my book, got everyone gifts (though I may not have finished knitting that sweater for my sister....) and enjoyed time in the snow and mountains with loved ones.
(Alberta)
I got to back-country XC tour ski in Oregon twice: once up to the newly built Swampy shelter, and once around Skyliner and Tumalo Falls. When up in Alberta, I skied Lake Louise with my dad and sister Hilary on my dad's birthday. It was fascinating to see that mountain from a completely different perspective. The backside has steep, impressive terrain, and the new snow that fell the night before provided some sweet slashes. I even took a run on the race hill, which seemed like a different run altogether without any fences, dye, or gates.
I also shredded Mt. Bachelor a few times with friends -- one day was a perfect, bluebird groomer day, and the other involved impossibly light (RARE for Oregon!), deep powder skiing. SO FUN
I also shredded Mt. Bachelor a few times with friends -- one day was a perfect, bluebird groomer day, and the other involved impossibly light (RARE for Oregon!), deep powder skiing. SO FUN
skiing on the backside of Mt. Bachelor
Northwest chair, Mt. Bachelor
I tried sensory-deprivation floating when I was home in Oregon, and loved it. To be floating in complete silence and darkness for 90 minutes sounds incredibly scary and boring. Maybe it was, but it really forces you to face your thoughts and relax. Letting go of the tension in all of my muscles and joints was something I'm not sure I've ever even done before. Always afraid of dislocating my shoulder, I subconsciously keep my joint and muscles tight, even in my sleep. This was the first time I've actually released my shoulder joint, and it felt AMAZING. And what went on in my head...well, that was pretty wild....
looking out over the Three Sisters and Broken Top from the top of NW chair
I sat down at my piano. I cooked elaborate meals (the most delicious was Paula Dean's cinammon buns on Christmas morning). I sat by the fire and read. I knitted and played games with my family (we discovered Dominion, thanks to Austin....). It was a good break.
By the time it was over I was ready to put my race skis back on and get in a course again. Actually, a few days after Christmas I felt ready to get back to work. Getting sick in Val d'Isere and being unable to race (the DH), or race well (on the Super-G day) left me feeling unsatisfied and hungry for more opportunities. Especially after winning that DH run in the Combined.....
By the time it was over I was ready to put my race skis back on and get in a course again. Actually, a few days after Christmas I felt ready to get back to work. Getting sick in Val d'Isere and being unable to race (the DH), or race well (on the Super-G day) left me feeling unsatisfied and hungry for more opportunities. Especially after winning that DH run in the Combined.....
Now I'm back in Europe, sitting at my desk in Zauchensee, looking out the window at all of the snow-covered roofs and cars, watching the chair lifts run and the wintery trees dance. We arrived back in Europe about a week ago, headed to Murau to train around the area for 5 days, and are now finally back on the race program. I'm feeling excited, anxiously and calmly crouched, ready to pounce and go fast again. It is supposed to snow quite a bit this week, so hopefully we can pull off some racing. If not, I just got my new powder skis, so my alternate plan is in place (and I wouldn't be THAT mad -- as long as we can replace the races). But I'm staying positive and am looking forward to skiing here, regardless to what extent. Hopefully the weather cooperates and we can get some wind in our faces. Wahoo!!!
'TIS THE SEASON
PC: Christophe Pallot / Agence Zoom
It has begun. WAHOO!!!! It's nice to be back into the swing of the winter racing season. Letting loose and flying free.
The first races in Lake Louise are always so thoughtfully and impatiently anticipated -- it is tough to remember how to mentally approach a race. The buildup coming into those first race days makes for a difficult obstacle to overcome. Standing back in the start, at the top of a mountain, with cameras in your face, people yelling at you, and many eyes watching, is a bit of a shock. Racing is just not the same as training, no matter how you think about or look at it. The run is longer. You're wearing your race gloves. It's on television. You always have to pee. But the anxiety created by racing isn't necessarily bad. It is exhillerating. It feels like a washing machine in your belly, and a miniature ping-pong ball bouncing around inside of your brain. The nerves rush through your body and make the excitement turn to jitters tinged with doubt. You fight the doubt, you let it in, you push and pull. Deep breaths, self-talk, finding your flow.
The start of a World Cup race is a strange thing. The environment is rigid, stiff and quiet. Quieter than you would like. You start to listen to your own breath, get in your own head. People are running around with radios, technicians are waiting to lay your skis in the snow near the start gate. All of the racers are waiting to use the port-a-potty. Everyone suddenly jolts toward the television screen to watch the racers in front of you ski, discussing line and bumps and light. You can't see a damned thing because of all the heads, so you decide to trust your inspection. Blood starts flowing, muscles are warming up. You're doing cat-cows, while your opponent is doing leg-swings and you wonder...maybe I should be doing that....
At this level of ski racing, mentality is 90% of the game. You've done the work, you've trained beautifully. But a race is different. To trust yourself under pressure is a dream that I sometimes imagine. But in my real dreams? I miss my start, I show up naked, I lost my skis and there's a moose on the course. Anyway....
Approaching a race like you do a training run is nearly impossible. It's in the back of your mind. TODAY IS A RACE DON'T SCREW IT UP. It's right in front of your face, presenting itself as a camera as you're trying to buckle your boots--just a friendly reminder! Your subconscious, if nothing else, is fully aware of the situation and presents itself as a quickening heart beat. A hot neck. A shakey hand as you reach for some water. It's time to show the world what you've got. And you only have one chance. Everybody's watching you--your mum woke up at 2:30 a.m. to watch (she missed her 7 am flight last week). Your roommate at home is watching, your boyfriend, basically ALL of Austria. Even the men's team is watching, and who knows what they'll say about your run (and even your character) if you ski like a dummy. This is the real thing.
Racing is exhausting. Talking yourself into a mindset so precise and extremely unnatural takes an exorbitant amount of energy. Sleeping for 8 hours, which is really difficult to do, doesn't really help much. It's an experience that takes a while to recover from, regardless of the result or the difficulty of the actual course. Racing 3 days in a row can actually make me sick, as my body collapses into relief.
The ski season is tough. Your self-confidence can only get you so far before something bites you in the ass. There's the travel, the training, the impact on your joints and muscles. It's nearly impossible to get enough sleep. Your mental stability is greatly compromised, especially if you're not meeting your personal expectations.
But it is so worth it. The stress, both physical and mental, that we put ourselves through each winter, would be enough to make many people hide in bed, give up, eat a whole bunch of ice-cream. But when you get to fly down a downhill course it becomes worth it. The pure enjoyment far outweighs the stress, as long as you can find a way to balance.
And here I am, balancing on the afternoon before the first race kicks off here in Val d'Isere. Tomorrow we'll be racing Super-Combined, Downhill on Saturday, and Super-G on Sunday. The training runs were incredibly fun, and I'm really looking forward to racing in these gorgeous mountains this weekend. Send your positive vibes and deep breaths this way please :)
The first races in Lake Louise are always so thoughtfully and impatiently anticipated -- it is tough to remember how to mentally approach a race. The buildup coming into those first race days makes for a difficult obstacle to overcome. Standing back in the start, at the top of a mountain, with cameras in your face, people yelling at you, and many eyes watching, is a bit of a shock. Racing is just not the same as training, no matter how you think about or look at it. The run is longer. You're wearing your race gloves. It's on television. You always have to pee. But the anxiety created by racing isn't necessarily bad. It is exhillerating. It feels like a washing machine in your belly, and a miniature ping-pong ball bouncing around inside of your brain. The nerves rush through your body and make the excitement turn to jitters tinged with doubt. You fight the doubt, you let it in, you push and pull. Deep breaths, self-talk, finding your flow.
The start of a World Cup race is a strange thing. The environment is rigid, stiff and quiet. Quieter than you would like. You start to listen to your own breath, get in your own head. People are running around with radios, technicians are waiting to lay your skis in the snow near the start gate. All of the racers are waiting to use the port-a-potty. Everyone suddenly jolts toward the television screen to watch the racers in front of you ski, discussing line and bumps and light. You can't see a damned thing because of all the heads, so you decide to trust your inspection. Blood starts flowing, muscles are warming up. You're doing cat-cows, while your opponent is doing leg-swings and you wonder...maybe I should be doing that....
At this level of ski racing, mentality is 90% of the game. You've done the work, you've trained beautifully. But a race is different. To trust yourself under pressure is a dream that I sometimes imagine. But in my real dreams? I miss my start, I show up naked, I lost my skis and there's a moose on the course. Anyway....
Approaching a race like you do a training run is nearly impossible. It's in the back of your mind. TODAY IS A RACE DON'T SCREW IT UP. It's right in front of your face, presenting itself as a camera as you're trying to buckle your boots--just a friendly reminder! Your subconscious, if nothing else, is fully aware of the situation and presents itself as a quickening heart beat. A hot neck. A shakey hand as you reach for some water. It's time to show the world what you've got. And you only have one chance. Everybody's watching you--your mum woke up at 2:30 a.m. to watch (she missed her 7 am flight last week). Your roommate at home is watching, your boyfriend, basically ALL of Austria. Even the men's team is watching, and who knows what they'll say about your run (and even your character) if you ski like a dummy. This is the real thing.
Racing is exhausting. Talking yourself into a mindset so precise and extremely unnatural takes an exorbitant amount of energy. Sleeping for 8 hours, which is really difficult to do, doesn't really help much. It's an experience that takes a while to recover from, regardless of the result or the difficulty of the actual course. Racing 3 days in a row can actually make me sick, as my body collapses into relief.
The ski season is tough. Your self-confidence can only get you so far before something bites you in the ass. There's the travel, the training, the impact on your joints and muscles. It's nearly impossible to get enough sleep. Your mental stability is greatly compromised, especially if you're not meeting your personal expectations.
But it is so worth it. The stress, both physical and mental, that we put ourselves through each winter, would be enough to make many people hide in bed, give up, eat a whole bunch of ice-cream. But when you get to fly down a downhill course it becomes worth it. The pure enjoyment far outweighs the stress, as long as you can find a way to balance.
And here I am, balancing on the afternoon before the first race kicks off here in Val d'Isere. Tomorrow we'll be racing Super-Combined, Downhill on Saturday, and Super-G on Sunday. The training runs were incredibly fun, and I'm really looking forward to racing in these gorgeous mountains this weekend. Send your positive vibes and deep breaths this way please :)
THE FRINGE
Finally, there is snow on the ground here in Copper, Colorado. It is back to the warm temperature it has been persisting at for the last few weeks, but we had a few very cold days and some natural snow ACTUALLY FELL FROM THE SKY! It was amazing.
We arrived here in Copper on November 3rd, and have been waiting, praying, dancing for snow ever since that day. When it didn't snow we danced for cold temperatures. Then we danced because there was nothing else to do. And we waited some more. And then we waited and waited and waited....
Fortunately, Copper Mountain is at a high enough elevation that it typically has cold temps at the very top, even if it is fairly warm at the base (it has been close to 60 degrees Farenheit down here every day). The top of the upper lift here sits at 12,000-something feet. So there was one run when we arrived. One run for many, many teams trying to train from all over the United States, from Europe, from around the world. It was the only run open in the U.S. for a while, and almost every American ski racer, from ages 6-60, wanted to train on it. Our first two days of skiing consisted of very crowded, almost dangerous GS on an over-packed run full of over-zealous skiers. Two days later we were able to run a 40-second Super-G course on the top of the speed track. It was the second run on the mountain to open for training, and there have slowly been a few more to open over the last couple of weeks. I still haven't taken a full free run in the 2 1/2 weeks since I've been here. It's been frustrating, only being able to go fast in gates and not get a solid feeling through free-skiing. But it has been productive, I suppose, as far as being able to run in the skis, work on my gliding and technique, and take a few runs of Slalom here and there :P
We arrived here in Copper on November 3rd, and have been waiting, praying, dancing for snow ever since that day. When it didn't snow we danced for cold temperatures. Then we danced because there was nothing else to do. And we waited some more. And then we waited and waited and waited....
Fortunately, Copper Mountain is at a high enough elevation that it typically has cold temps at the very top, even if it is fairly warm at the base (it has been close to 60 degrees Farenheit down here every day). The top of the upper lift here sits at 12,000-something feet. So there was one run when we arrived. One run for many, many teams trying to train from all over the United States, from Europe, from around the world. It was the only run open in the U.S. for a while, and almost every American ski racer, from ages 6-60, wanted to train on it. Our first two days of skiing consisted of very crowded, almost dangerous GS on an over-packed run full of over-zealous skiers. Two days later we were able to run a 40-second Super-G course on the top of the speed track. It was the second run on the mountain to open for training, and there have slowly been a few more to open over the last couple of weeks. I still haven't taken a full free run in the 2 1/2 weeks since I've been here. It's been frustrating, only being able to go fast in gates and not get a solid feeling through free-skiing. But it has been productive, I suppose, as far as being able to run in the skis, work on my gliding and technique, and take a few runs of Slalom here and there :P
(working on my tuck)
The snow seems to appear here in Copper later and later every year we come. Last year our arrival was postponed by 5 days, and we only got about 5 days of training on the full-length speed track. The speed track here is such a big advantage for the US Ski Team, but it hasn't seemed to come together quite like we intended when they first built the speed center here. When we arrived here this year on November 3rd we were told the full-length speed track would be ready in 7-8 days. Now it's November 19th and we're still waiting for it to open. It sounds like we will get one day, our last day here in Copper, on the full-length Downhill track. ONE DAY. After being here for 3 weeks, we will have one day to test out skis on steep terrain, one day to figure out equipment in conditions similar to those in a race, one day to see where we stand as a team.
The men's World Cup speed races in Lake Louise next week were canceled, and their races here in Colorado (Beaver Creek) were also canceled, due to lack of snow at both venues. I'm crossing my fingers for our women's World Cup races in Lake Louise, which begin in 10 days. We will see.
Nobody can say for certain why winter is coming later and later every year, but there is an abundance of evidence out there that points to climate change/global warming. It's frustrating to understand and admit my part in worsening it. Ski racing, with all the travel pollution and product consumption, is not a sustainable sport. We are killing our own sport, our own love. I'm sure there are many ways we can make changes to lessen our impact, but it doesn't seem that we are moving toward a solution any time soon. Especially now that the new leader of our country, the most powerful in the world, believes that climate change is a hoax.
I feel muted, afraid, subdued. For what is to come of the sport I am so passionate about, for what is to come of the mountains, for what is to come in this world. But I continue on, hoping for change and striving to inspire that change. Is it all I can do?
The men's World Cup speed races in Lake Louise next week were canceled, and their races here in Colorado (Beaver Creek) were also canceled, due to lack of snow at both venues. I'm crossing my fingers for our women's World Cup races in Lake Louise, which begin in 10 days. We will see.
Nobody can say for certain why winter is coming later and later every year, but there is an abundance of evidence out there that points to climate change/global warming. It's frustrating to understand and admit my part in worsening it. Ski racing, with all the travel pollution and product consumption, is not a sustainable sport. We are killing our own sport, our own love. I'm sure there are many ways we can make changes to lessen our impact, but it doesn't seem that we are moving toward a solution any time soon. Especially now that the new leader of our country, the most powerful in the world, believes that climate change is a hoax.
I feel muted, afraid, subdued. For what is to come of the sport I am so passionate about, for what is to come of the mountains, for what is to come in this world. But I continue on, hoping for change and striving to inspire that change. Is it all I can do?
We will see.
Now for an update:
After training camp in Park City, I headed to Maui on a whim. I wanted to get away for a few days, jump in the ocean, and meet with a trainer that works with Julia who has helped me in the past. It was such a wonderful trip--I got to hang out with beautiful old friends and make new ones. Playing with Resi and Jules was refreshing. Breathing in the fresh island air, smelling the flowers, eating fresh fish. Getting my body back into alignment, getting my hair wet and salt water in my sinuses. It was perfect.
Now for an update:
After training camp in Park City, I headed to Maui on a whim. I wanted to get away for a few days, jump in the ocean, and meet with a trainer that works with Julia who has helped me in the past. It was such a wonderful trip--I got to hang out with beautiful old friends and make new ones. Playing with Resi and Jules was refreshing. Breathing in the fresh island air, smelling the flowers, eating fresh fish. Getting my body back into alignment, getting my hair wet and salt water in my sinuses. It was perfect.
turtles on the beach in Maui
Then it was home to Oregon for one night before heading out to St. Louis to visit my sister Allana and her partner Austin. Tommy met me there on Halloween night (I was dressed as a dragon-lizard-alien-ballerina), and we got to explore the city for a few days together.
We went to the arch. We went to the City Museum. We wandered around parks and museums and through city buildings. I took some photos while I was there that I will post on a photo blog soon.
Tommy admiring the arch
For now, I'll keep hoping for snow. I head home in a few days, then will spend some time with my family over Thanksgiving before (hopefully!) heading up to the first World Cup races in Lake Louise. A part of me hopes that it won't be as cold as it can be in Lake Louise, but another part of me really wants winter. I want the crisp air. I want the frozen toes. I want to ski and feel my boots respond. I want winter back. Let's all hope for it, and do our part to bring it back, especially now that we're at the brink, the fringe, the edge of a turning point. It's one way or another, it's our responsibility as humans, families, friends, and I hope we choose winter. Even after realizing that many of us don't consider it consequential, I hope I can change people's minds and make a difference. Make a change. I want the earth to be our home for a very long time, and I want to help to make that happen <3 <3 <3
JUMPING AROUND
Portillo, Chile. Reno, Nevada. Bend, Oregon. San Francisco, California. Bend, Oregon. Montreal, Quebec. Park City, Utah.
These have been my places of existence over the last month (in chronological order). And the journey continues on from here.... But, for now, a recap!
Portillo was incredible. The training was practically perfect, with bluebird skies, freezing temperatures, and (mostly) smooth courses. While we were there, the snow was melting fast. Really fast. So fast that after 4 days of not grooming the hill, the way the sun was eating away at the snow was not only clearly visible, but tangible under your skis. It was creating these holes, and the snow began to look like dirty white cheese. Yuck. But after some grooming and slipping, the training turned out to be sweet. Every single day. There were only two cloudy days out of the whole two weeks that we were there. I have never had such a successful weather camp in my 13 years of traveling to Chile. WOW!
These have been my places of existence over the last month (in chronological order). And the journey continues on from here.... But, for now, a recap!
Portillo was incredible. The training was practically perfect, with bluebird skies, freezing temperatures, and (mostly) smooth courses. While we were there, the snow was melting fast. Really fast. So fast that after 4 days of not grooming the hill, the way the sun was eating away at the snow was not only clearly visible, but tangible under your skis. It was creating these holes, and the snow began to look like dirty white cheese. Yuck. But after some grooming and slipping, the training turned out to be sweet. Every single day. There were only two cloudy days out of the whole two weeks that we were there. I have never had such a successful weather camp in my 13 years of traveling to Chile. WOW!
Let's just say there was quite a bit of pool-side chilling. Reading in the sun. Hot tubbing. Napping. Sun bathing. Yummmmm.
I ended up bringing only my 120 mm film camera down to Portillo. It is a Lomography Belair X 6-12 that I got for my birthday, and MAN is it fun to mess around with. I played with lenses, double exposures, lighting, all the fun stuff.
I ended up bringing only my 120 mm film camera down to Portillo. It is a Lomography Belair X 6-12 that I got for my birthday, and MAN is it fun to mess around with. I played with lenses, double exposures, lighting, all the fun stuff.
-- Above is a triple exposure I took of the Tres Hermanos mountains and Alice paddling around the pool. Sky swimming --
-- In front of the old train station in Portillo. None of these photos have been edited --
-- The Octagon (where we stay in Portillo) in it's element --
-- Hanging out by the lake with the girls. I will upload and post more photos to my blog soon, so keep an eye out --
I flew back into Reno (where I flew to Chile from) and spent a few days with friends before returning to Bend with all of my dirty, playa-dusted stuff. It was wonderful to see some old friends and relax for a few days while I staved off jet-lag and a cold--eventually losing the battle to the latter. But I was excited to get home, so I took off after 2 days.
Oregon was lovely. I had a total of 2 1/2 weeks at home, which is way more than usual, and I tried to take advantage of it. I recovered from my cold and started hitting the gym again, got out on my mountain bike a few times, and even made it out to Smith to climb one day. A week before I had to fly out I headed down to San Francisco to attend a wedding with Tommy.
Oregon was lovely. I had a total of 2 1/2 weeks at home, which is way more than usual, and I tried to take advantage of it. I recovered from my cold and started hitting the gym again, got out on my mountain bike a few times, and even made it out to Smith to climb one day. A week before I had to fly out I headed down to San Francisco to attend a wedding with Tommy.
-- Cascade Lake Highway near Bend, OR. Taken with Tommy's 120 mm Lubitel film camera --
It was wonderful to roam the city for a few days, but I still didn't feel satisfied with my amount of time spent at home. So I headed back for a few more days before the long adventure that I'm now on. I even got to go mountain biking in Oakridge! That was rad. So much fun. Like, unbelievable amounts of fun. And laughs, and smiles, and such a crazy-satisfying 6 hour ride. I created a video with the footage I took via my GoPro in Oakridge. Follow this link to check it out! You can see all of the videos I have made in the past under the "yumminess"-->"videos" tab above, or just click here.
The next morning I took off for Canada. But I wasn't really that sad to leave home, because I knew I was in for a crazy adventure....
The next morning I took off for Canada. But I wasn't really that sad to leave home, because I knew I was in for a crazy adventure....
-- A sunset shot from the top of Spencer's Butte, OR I took sometime this spring, with one of my film cameras. Unedited --
We have been talking about training with Cirque du Soleil since the end of last season, and it finally fell into place last week. Jackie, Alice, Anna, Stacey, Breezy, and myself went up to Montreal to experience the circus for the last 5 days. It was. More than I can put into words. Luckily, I had my GoPro and took some footage :) So keep an eye out for an edit coming soon!
We did so much more than acrobatics (though we attempted those as well). We took Bouffon acting classes, tried our best at African dance, Congo drumming, face painting. We swung on a trapeze 60 feet in the air, attached to bungees in a harness, flying around and doing flips, bouncing close to the ground (but not that close) and dropping with our hearts in our throats. We flew off of the Russian Swing, tried our hands (feet, actually) on the Russian bar, played on the trampoline, worked on our handstands, swung around on hanging silks, did a little acro-yoga. It was intense, challenging, inspiring, and INSANELY FUN. I already want to go back. It made me want to run away and join the circus. Actually. I'll consider it when I'm done flying down mountains for a job...
Now we're back in Park City for a week's worth of hard dry-land training. This is the last intense week we have in the gym before the season kicks off. Next weekend the GS folk will race in Sölden, and the World Cup season begins! We head to Copper on November 3rd, but before that I have a few other stops. After training this week I fly over to Maui on Saturday. I will be there for 5 days before heading home for one night to do my laundry and grab my ski gear. Then it's off to St. Louis, Missouri to see my sister, and straight from there to Copper. It's a busy time of year, but I'm milking every last bit of fall freedom I have out of this season before it's back to freezing early-morning wake-ups and dark course inspections. The fall here in Park City is still beautiful and yellow, and it's warm enough to do things outside (hopefully we don't just spend the whole week in the gym. but it's likely).
It's time for pumpkin carving and leaf-peeping. Time for costume-brainstorming and eggnog (yes, I have already been drinking eggnog. but it does seem early, doesn't it?). It's time for one last push in the gym, one last chance to gain a bit of strength before the ski season commences. It's time for jumping around, a little beach time, some family love. And then it's game time. I look forward to all of it, every last bit. It's time.
Now we're back in Park City for a week's worth of hard dry-land training. This is the last intense week we have in the gym before the season kicks off. Next weekend the GS folk will race in Sölden, and the World Cup season begins! We head to Copper on November 3rd, but before that I have a few other stops. After training this week I fly over to Maui on Saturday. I will be there for 5 days before heading home for one night to do my laundry and grab my ski gear. Then it's off to St. Louis, Missouri to see my sister, and straight from there to Copper. It's a busy time of year, but I'm milking every last bit of fall freedom I have out of this season before it's back to freezing early-morning wake-ups and dark course inspections. The fall here in Park City is still beautiful and yellow, and it's warm enough to do things outside (hopefully we don't just spend the whole week in the gym. but it's likely).
It's time for pumpkin carving and leaf-peeping. Time for costume-brainstorming and eggnog (yes, I have already been drinking eggnog. but it does seem early, doesn't it?). It's time for one last push in the gym, one last chance to gain a bit of strength before the ski season commences. It's time for jumping around, a little beach time, some family love. And then it's game time. I look forward to all of it, every last bit. It's time.
-- Testing out the quiver in Portillo, Chile (GoPro) --
BACK AND FORTH WITH THE CHANGE
So. I disappeared into the desert for a few days, to a very special place called Black Rock City (aka Burning Man). Needless to say, it was absolutely wild and crazy, dusty and beautiful, full of hugs, art, and creative change. The photo above captures the feel of it well. Although I thoroughly enjoyed my time, I am actually incredibly grateful to be clean right now, even if it means I have to be back in civilization.
I went into the event with no expectations, as most experience Burners recommended. There are so many rumors, stereotypes and hype around the event, it was actually easy to set them all aside as they often conflicted and warped according to the story-teller/article/whisper. One thing was certainly undeniable: it was dusty.
As the event is in the middle of the desert in Nevada, nowhere near any bodies of or running water, flora, or fauna, it is a strange place to try and survive for a week. But the fact that I was there amongst 70,000 (or so they say) other people made it easier to thrive in that harsh environment. It sure was weird to camp on a vast, flat desert for 5 days, but it definitely forces you to come together as a community and find a way together. And I suppose that's what Burning Man is about: self-reliance and communal effort. Those are actually 2 of the 10 principles of the event. The other 8 are: radical inclusion, gifting, decommodification, radical self-expression, civic responsibility, leaving no trace, participation and immediacy.
The two principles of decommodification and gifting were truly incredible ones to participate in. Money was only useful for buying ice and water, otherwise the whole event is based off of trade/gifting. It was amazing to witness the community that comes together when there is no hierarchy based off of affluence. And some of the gifts were so well thought out and often exactly what you needed. We were in the depths of the playa one day, ogling at the artwork, in the midst of a crazy-hot dust storm when a couple came up with a giant thermos full of iced apple juice. There was nothing that I wanted more in that moment, and their willingness to carry such a huge jug of liquid out into the desert to share with others was inspiring and revitalizing. I brought my own gifts as well; I made a small lino-cut print reading "Burning Man 2016" and hand-printed 200 postcards, with the help of Mary-Ellen (Tommy's mum) and Kyle. We printed and stamped them, and I brought my small polaroid camera to take photos of participants to glue onto the postcards and then ship them off. The material gifts I received in return were incredible (they just kept coming!), but the greatest gift was the joy and appreciation that participants at my "polaroid post-card" stand exuded and professed. It felt so good to give back.
As the event is in the middle of the desert in Nevada, nowhere near any bodies of or running water, flora, or fauna, it is a strange place to try and survive for a week. But the fact that I was there amongst 70,000 (or so they say) other people made it easier to thrive in that harsh environment. It sure was weird to camp on a vast, flat desert for 5 days, but it definitely forces you to come together as a community and find a way together. And I suppose that's what Burning Man is about: self-reliance and communal effort. Those are actually 2 of the 10 principles of the event. The other 8 are: radical inclusion, gifting, decommodification, radical self-expression, civic responsibility, leaving no trace, participation and immediacy.
The two principles of decommodification and gifting were truly incredible ones to participate in. Money was only useful for buying ice and water, otherwise the whole event is based off of trade/gifting. It was amazing to witness the community that comes together when there is no hierarchy based off of affluence. And some of the gifts were so well thought out and often exactly what you needed. We were in the depths of the playa one day, ogling at the artwork, in the midst of a crazy-hot dust storm when a couple came up with a giant thermos full of iced apple juice. There was nothing that I wanted more in that moment, and their willingness to carry such a huge jug of liquid out into the desert to share with others was inspiring and revitalizing. I brought my own gifts as well; I made a small lino-cut print reading "Burning Man 2016" and hand-printed 200 postcards, with the help of Mary-Ellen (Tommy's mum) and Kyle. We printed and stamped them, and I brought my small polaroid camera to take photos of participants to glue onto the postcards and then ship them off. The material gifts I received in return were incredible (they just kept coming!), but the greatest gift was the joy and appreciation that participants at my "polaroid post-card" stand exuded and professed. It felt so good to give back.
(dirty people embracing the dirt during a workshop in the playa)
I journaled relentlessly during my week in the desert, and I plan on reading through my entries and sharing more of my experience on my blog, with a plethora of accompanying photographs. The art out in the desert was absolutely insane. During my 5 days I was constantly wandering on my bike, taking photos and enjoying incredibly expressive art, but couldn't possibly see it all. Black Rock City is a place comprised 70,000 people placed on a circular grid that represents the form of a clock. It was an insanely big city, considering the fact that it popped up in the middle of nowhere in just a few days. Although it was fairly easy to navigate, the vastness made it somewhat confusing at times. But I always found my way back to camp and made it out alive.
Along with art exhibits and massive parties, there were a ton of workshops and classes held out around the camp area. Most camps were known for something that they gave to the Burning Man community: yoga, TED talks, massage, healing work, tai-chi, meditation, acrobatics, cucumber eye-masks, you name it. There was a guidebook for all of the classes and workshops held throughout the week, and that was my goto every morning when I awoke. I attended yoga classes, chakra-meditation, tai-chi, meditation, acro-yoga, and, of course, Dana and Kevin's wedding (which was AMAZEBALLS)! As a unicorn. When will I ever get the chance to be a unicorn maid of honor again? It's unlikely.
Along with art exhibits and massive parties, there were a ton of workshops and classes held out around the camp area. Most camps were known for something that they gave to the Burning Man community: yoga, TED talks, massage, healing work, tai-chi, meditation, acrobatics, cucumber eye-masks, you name it. There was a guidebook for all of the classes and workshops held throughout the week, and that was my goto every morning when I awoke. I attended yoga classes, chakra-meditation, tai-chi, meditation, acro-yoga, and, of course, Dana and Kevin's wedding (which was AMAZEBALLS)! As a unicorn. When will I ever get the chance to be a unicorn maid of honor again? It's unlikely.
(Dana looking sexy and me being a unicorn)
All in all, it was an incredible journey. I met so many amazing people and was inspired by many ideas that I would otherwise have not had the chance to encounter. I plan on writing a more extensive blog about my adventures, so stay tuned for that.
For now, I'm heading down to Chile! I am actually on a plane. On the internet. 20,000 feet above the earth! Neat.
I am feeling rejuvenated and ready to get back on snow. And I'm definitely glad to be going back to winter. This past week was HOT! I am going to post a photo blog on New Zealand sometime over the next few days. Until then, "move back and forth with the change and let what batters you become your strength' (as one of my favorite works at B.M. quoted).
For now, I'm heading down to Chile! I am actually on a plane. On the internet. 20,000 feet above the earth! Neat.
I am feeling rejuvenated and ready to get back on snow. And I'm definitely glad to be going back to winter. This past week was HOT! I am going to post a photo blog on New Zealand sometime over the next few days. Until then, "move back and forth with the change and let what batters you become your strength' (as one of my favorite works at B.M. quoted).
(the pyramid burn, which was hugely impressive, on Friday morning at sunrise)
ON MY WAY
traveling over Arthur's Pass on the South Island of New Zealand
It seems like I am always coming or going, never staying put, unable to settle, unable to familiarize myself with a place, sticking to the road and committing instead to adventure. But, for now, I'm okay with that. I realized this on my road trip around the South Island that I took with Tommy this past week: we never stopped somewhere for more than a day, but continued moving on, always on our way somewhere. I learned to be still and present in the van--it was our temporary home that came everywhere with us. And although we had a community of Jucy drivers, it was hard to not indulge ourselves in any particular community and get to know any one place and it's people. But at least we had that van....
The road trip made me really think about how badly I want a camper van, RV, or something of the sort. To have the capability to just take off in a vehicle I can call home is so alluring--you can travel and yet still remain at home. Our camper van had 2 gas burners for cooking, a fridge and sink, and was fully stocked with dish-ware, cooking utensils, towels, a pop-top bed that folded into the front roof, benches, pillows, comforters, and everything else we needed to call it home for a week. We cooked almost every single meal while traveling--I'm guessing that all of my clothes now smell like bacon, but I can't tell. We drove from Queenstown, through Methven, over Arthur's Pass, down the west Coast, back through Wanaka and finally ended up in Ohau. It was a beautiful drive, with very diverse scenery. On the east side of the pass there were snowy mountain peaks, glacial lakes and endless sky. On the west coast the glacial mountains jutted out of the rainforest, which succeeded from the sandy beaches. The rain forests were dense and foreign, with many plants and trees I have never seen before. We visited Fox Glacier, which literally begins at the foot of the rain forest. What an interesting dialogue those two ecosystems create when they meet in one place.
Wanaka and Ohau were at the end of our adventures, but I know I'll go back for more exploring and camping around that island. My favorite part of the trip was likely when we wandered around Castle Hill for a day--lost in the maze of crazy beautiful rocks, backdropped by mountain ranges and a full moon (see below). I will post again with accompanying photos and descriptions of my adventures on my blog. Soon. For now, I have written a blog post on the precarious juggling act of balancing social media and real-life experiences. Check it out here.
The road trip made me really think about how badly I want a camper van, RV, or something of the sort. To have the capability to just take off in a vehicle I can call home is so alluring--you can travel and yet still remain at home. Our camper van had 2 gas burners for cooking, a fridge and sink, and was fully stocked with dish-ware, cooking utensils, towels, a pop-top bed that folded into the front roof, benches, pillows, comforters, and everything else we needed to call it home for a week. We cooked almost every single meal while traveling--I'm guessing that all of my clothes now smell like bacon, but I can't tell. We drove from Queenstown, through Methven, over Arthur's Pass, down the west Coast, back through Wanaka and finally ended up in Ohau. It was a beautiful drive, with very diverse scenery. On the east side of the pass there were snowy mountain peaks, glacial lakes and endless sky. On the west coast the glacial mountains jutted out of the rainforest, which succeeded from the sandy beaches. The rain forests were dense and foreign, with many plants and trees I have never seen before. We visited Fox Glacier, which literally begins at the foot of the rain forest. What an interesting dialogue those two ecosystems create when they meet in one place.
Wanaka and Ohau were at the end of our adventures, but I know I'll go back for more exploring and camping around that island. My favorite part of the trip was likely when we wandered around Castle Hill for a day--lost in the maze of crazy beautiful rocks, backdropped by mountain ranges and a full moon (see below). I will post again with accompanying photos and descriptions of my adventures on my blog. Soon. For now, I have written a blog post on the precarious juggling act of balancing social media and real-life experiences. Check it out here.
ADVENTURE TIME
YASSSSSSS! Snow. It has been so crisp, so revitalizing, so gorgeous. I am back in Queenstown for the morning before taking off on a van camping trip for the next 6 days. I am sitting in the restaurant/bar of my hotel, The Sherwood, looking out at the lake, enjoying the clouds slowly passing over the mountain-tops, the green bushes pointing skyward, the small waves rippling across the water. And sitting on my computer.....
It seems like an oxymoron sometimes, enjoying my surroundings, enjoying the moment, while staring at a computer screen. I have been without internet for the most part of my trip down here in New Zealand. Only opening my computer every couple of days has been really nice and refreshing. I find myself becoming anxious, not keeping up with blog posts, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook. And that anxiety simultaneously causes me to yearn for a connection (internet or phone service) and makes me sad to realize how much I depend on that sort of thing. It makes me want to delete my Facebook, my blog, all of my social media. It makes me want to sit down and write for myself, to take time to read a book, to smash my computer and my phone and really be present.
I'm writing a journal entry on this: how I feel so divided and unsatisfied in the new world of social media and constant updating, on fast meals and quick fixes. Perhaps I'll post it on my blog. Perhaps I'll keep it to myself. But for now, I will give you a quick update on my trip down here in NZ:
This training camp has been unbelievably good -- we got insanely lucky with the weather since we got down here on July 25th. Most years down in New Zealand we get rained out (or off of the mountain) for at least 3 days, but this year we only missed one day of skiing. And I made up for it with an epic day of heli skiing on one of our days off of training (LUCKY MEEEEEE).
We started our camp down in Round Hill, staying in Lake Tekapo--such a beautiful spot! The snow was fairly soft and the terrain is easy and forgiving; it is a perfect place to get back on ski after a few months off. There are only a few runs, and they are mellow but still fun. It snowed a bit while we were there, but we ended up sticking to our training plan and making it through the whole week down there. Then it was off to Arrowtown, to train in Cardrona.
Right when we arrived in Arrowtown it rained furiously for a night, and slowed through the next day (our day off). Because of fog, snow, visibility, and the training conditions, we decided to take an extra day off and shift some days around to make the most out of training. So after two days off, we skied in Cardrona for 3 days of Super-G and GS training. It started off soft, but by the 3rd day was grippy and great for training speed.
After a short stay in Arrowtown, we headed to Ohau to finish off the camp. Right when we pulled in, I was under the spell of that lake and the surrounding mountains. They watered the hill and it ended up being absolutely perfect training conditions: icy but grippy, steep and difficult terrain, bluebird days with only one day of wind. It was a bit of a shock to go from Round Hill and Cardrona (both very mellow slopes) to the steep, technical hill in Ohau, but our fundamental work crossed over and the skiing turned out great.
I was skiing well during the camp. I had a few off days, but mostly felt very connected and was linking turns well--learning how to create more pressure and angles at the top of the turn to generate good speed and carry it down the hill. It was really nice to stick with the equipment I know--I ended up staying with Lange boots for this season--and to get a good feeling right off the bat. Most years I am messing around with boots, canting, bindings, bevels, etc. and cannot really start to feel my skiing until around November. This year I feel more comfortable, and am able to actually work on my fundamental technique. I have a good feeling about this winter. But that will have to wait. For now.....
I am taking off in a camper van (from Jucy) with Tommy for a few days of exploring the country. We will stick to the Southern Island, probably head to Castle Hill and over Arthur's pass, down the West Coast, back through Wanaka and then end up in Queenstown. This is a very tentative plan and is up for revision--which is why we rented the van! I have been down here for so many years in a row and still have yet to explore. So I am getting psyched and ready to close my computer again for some adventuring before heading back to Oregon. Keep an eye out for another update in the next week when my explorations conclude. The photo above was taken from the very top of Ohau (a short hike from the top of the chair), overlooking the mountains to the North.
Peace and love <3
It seems like an oxymoron sometimes, enjoying my surroundings, enjoying the moment, while staring at a computer screen. I have been without internet for the most part of my trip down here in New Zealand. Only opening my computer every couple of days has been really nice and refreshing. I find myself becoming anxious, not keeping up with blog posts, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook. And that anxiety simultaneously causes me to yearn for a connection (internet or phone service) and makes me sad to realize how much I depend on that sort of thing. It makes me want to delete my Facebook, my blog, all of my social media. It makes me want to sit down and write for myself, to take time to read a book, to smash my computer and my phone and really be present.
I'm writing a journal entry on this: how I feel so divided and unsatisfied in the new world of social media and constant updating, on fast meals and quick fixes. Perhaps I'll post it on my blog. Perhaps I'll keep it to myself. But for now, I will give you a quick update on my trip down here in NZ:
This training camp has been unbelievably good -- we got insanely lucky with the weather since we got down here on July 25th. Most years down in New Zealand we get rained out (or off of the mountain) for at least 3 days, but this year we only missed one day of skiing. And I made up for it with an epic day of heli skiing on one of our days off of training (LUCKY MEEEEEE).
We started our camp down in Round Hill, staying in Lake Tekapo--such a beautiful spot! The snow was fairly soft and the terrain is easy and forgiving; it is a perfect place to get back on ski after a few months off. There are only a few runs, and they are mellow but still fun. It snowed a bit while we were there, but we ended up sticking to our training plan and making it through the whole week down there. Then it was off to Arrowtown, to train in Cardrona.
Right when we arrived in Arrowtown it rained furiously for a night, and slowed through the next day (our day off). Because of fog, snow, visibility, and the training conditions, we decided to take an extra day off and shift some days around to make the most out of training. So after two days off, we skied in Cardrona for 3 days of Super-G and GS training. It started off soft, but by the 3rd day was grippy and great for training speed.
After a short stay in Arrowtown, we headed to Ohau to finish off the camp. Right when we pulled in, I was under the spell of that lake and the surrounding mountains. They watered the hill and it ended up being absolutely perfect training conditions: icy but grippy, steep and difficult terrain, bluebird days with only one day of wind. It was a bit of a shock to go from Round Hill and Cardrona (both very mellow slopes) to the steep, technical hill in Ohau, but our fundamental work crossed over and the skiing turned out great.
I was skiing well during the camp. I had a few off days, but mostly felt very connected and was linking turns well--learning how to create more pressure and angles at the top of the turn to generate good speed and carry it down the hill. It was really nice to stick with the equipment I know--I ended up staying with Lange boots for this season--and to get a good feeling right off the bat. Most years I am messing around with boots, canting, bindings, bevels, etc. and cannot really start to feel my skiing until around November. This year I feel more comfortable, and am able to actually work on my fundamental technique. I have a good feeling about this winter. But that will have to wait. For now.....
I am taking off in a camper van (from Jucy) with Tommy for a few days of exploring the country. We will stick to the Southern Island, probably head to Castle Hill and over Arthur's pass, down the West Coast, back through Wanaka and then end up in Queenstown. This is a very tentative plan and is up for revision--which is why we rented the van! I have been down here for so many years in a row and still have yet to explore. So I am getting psyched and ready to close my computer again for some adventuring before heading back to Oregon. Keep an eye out for another update in the next week when my explorations conclude. The photo above was taken from the very top of Ohau (a short hike from the top of the chair), overlooking the mountains to the North.
Peace and love <3
TAKING OFF
Utah basically felt like that ^: hectic, fast, upside-down, and a bit out of control. But it was good to spend some time in the gym, to focus on fine-tuning my body, push myself physically (and, in turn, mentally), and be more cognizant of nutrition and how it affects my physique and function. After returning to Park City from Canmore, I jumped back into the gym program for 2 weeks before road-tripping out to Colorado, and finally returning to Oregon.
The trip out to Colorado was hot and deserted. It was a long drive from Park City to Crested Butte, but it was worth it when we woke up in the morning to find ourselves in the middle of a small town set within a stunning mountain range. Dave and Ramsey Chodunsky's wedding was gorgeous and bright, with dazzling flowers and views, fun music, and games. During the day of the wedding, Tommy and I became intrigued by the area and decided to stay for an extra day, delaying our drive. We splashed in the river, explored the town, fished, ate yummy food, played around in the park with a fun acro-yoga crew (thanks Emily!!!), camped, and explored. It was so hard to leave Crested Butte, but we finally managed to and began our drive back to Oregon. We pulled a 13 hour driving day and drove into Sun Valley, Idaho at 2 am. We wanted to have a place to stay for more than 1 night, so we could get out of the car for at least a day, and get to know an area just a little bit. So we stayed with Willy B on our late-night arrival, and found a camping spot the next day, right on a river, surrounded by perfect hammock trees, with a natural hot springs just down the street. What a wondrous spot to end up, accompanied by another difficult and late departure.
But we finally made it back to Bend, rushed through a few days of gym-time, appointments, and family get-togethers before escaping to the coast for a few days. We rented a house in Manzanita, OR and endlessly played in the waves, which was incredibly refreshing (not TOO cold!) and rejuvenating, and graciously readied me for my travels back to winter.
The trip out to Colorado was hot and deserted. It was a long drive from Park City to Crested Butte, but it was worth it when we woke up in the morning to find ourselves in the middle of a small town set within a stunning mountain range. Dave and Ramsey Chodunsky's wedding was gorgeous and bright, with dazzling flowers and views, fun music, and games. During the day of the wedding, Tommy and I became intrigued by the area and decided to stay for an extra day, delaying our drive. We splashed in the river, explored the town, fished, ate yummy food, played around in the park with a fun acro-yoga crew (thanks Emily!!!), camped, and explored. It was so hard to leave Crested Butte, but we finally managed to and began our drive back to Oregon. We pulled a 13 hour driving day and drove into Sun Valley, Idaho at 2 am. We wanted to have a place to stay for more than 1 night, so we could get out of the car for at least a day, and get to know an area just a little bit. So we stayed with Willy B on our late-night arrival, and found a camping spot the next day, right on a river, surrounded by perfect hammock trees, with a natural hot springs just down the street. What a wondrous spot to end up, accompanied by another difficult and late departure.
But we finally made it back to Bend, rushed through a few days of gym-time, appointments, and family get-togethers before escaping to the coast for a few days. We rented a house in Manzanita, OR and endlessly played in the waves, which was incredibly refreshing (not TOO cold!) and rejuvenating, and graciously readied me for my travels back to winter.
After attempting to catch up with things at home, and catching my breath after emerging from the ocean, I hopped on a plane to head South(west). It was a long ride, but I am grateful to be back in winter. The crisp air filled my lungs so joyously as I walked between terminals in Auckland, and as always, flying over the mountains into Queenstown made me feel so small and wonderfully excited to get back on my skis.
Today was our first day of skiing, and it was a blast. We just free skied: ripped around Round Hill (on the few runs that are open) and got some wind in our faces. I am looking forward to getting back into gates, testing out my new equipment, and to work on my prowess on the snow.
I unfortunately misplaced my camera's SD card, so have lost many of my photographs from over the past few months :( but I have some GoPro and film shots, and will share those soon on my blog. Stay tuned! Peace and love from New Zealand <3 <3 <3
Today was our first day of skiing, and it was a blast. We just free skied: ripped around Round Hill (on the few runs that are open) and got some wind in our faces. I am looking forward to getting back into gates, testing out my new equipment, and to work on my prowess on the snow.
I unfortunately misplaced my camera's SD card, so have lost many of my photographs from over the past few months :( but I have some GoPro and film shots, and will share those soon on my blog. Stay tuned! Peace and love from New Zealand <3 <3 <3
CATCHING UP
sunset from atop Spencer's Butte in Eugene, OR
I am sitting under the sun outside of a coffee shop in Canmore, Alberta. It has been a while since I've been back here to enjoy the summer in these stunning mountains, and I am catching up. Catching up on that humbling feeling I get when I'm here. Catching up on my breath, catching up on emails, catching up on my website and blog. I spent the morning revamping my blog -- it's had the same format and cover photos for the last 5 years. I've been sorting through photos that I've taken over the last 7 months, trying to get things organized on my computer so that when I open it up I can feel I have an open, organized space to work within.
Avoiding my technological life has been nice, but has also now left me to clean up all of the photos, emails, music, forms, contracts, receipts, articles, video, etc. that have compiled over the winter and spring. I guess I could have called it spring cleaning if I'd had done it 5 days ago, before the official first day of summer. But I didn't. Alas! Here I am.
Normally I have a difficult time functioning in clutter. I can't be creative when things are a disorganized mess: when my house has 4 projects going, goodwill boxes and bags are piled about the home, dishes are in the sink, things aren't put away in their proper place, food is rotting in the fridge, bags are strewn around the front door, books on the floor, knitting in the couch cracks, cameras at the foot of my bed, unopened and unanswered mail scattered atop the kitchen table. Some people find this tendency to be a "neat freak" annoying and crazy. I have begun to force myself to relax in unkempt conditions, but it doesn't feel natural. The impending doom of having to eventually clean and organize weighs down on me no matter how much I meditate on letting it go. That weight distracts me, does not allow me to breathe freely, and manifests major kinks in my creative flow. I realize that the cleaning and organizing will never come to an end, and that living with others requires a kind of compromise, but I'm coming to understand how much easier it is to be tranquil and to flow in an ordered environment.
So I am catching up on that order. I am putting things in their homes, and I am already feeling more satisfied and grounded. I have compiled a few photos and words, wanting to update all of you on my recent endeavors and recap my school spring term. Please follow this link to my new blog to read about my adventures: creative, intellectual (barely), physical, mystical, and fanciful.
And, please kindly remove your shoes at the front door :D
Avoiding my technological life has been nice, but has also now left me to clean up all of the photos, emails, music, forms, contracts, receipts, articles, video, etc. that have compiled over the winter and spring. I guess I could have called it spring cleaning if I'd had done it 5 days ago, before the official first day of summer. But I didn't. Alas! Here I am.
Normally I have a difficult time functioning in clutter. I can't be creative when things are a disorganized mess: when my house has 4 projects going, goodwill boxes and bags are piled about the home, dishes are in the sink, things aren't put away in their proper place, food is rotting in the fridge, bags are strewn around the front door, books on the floor, knitting in the couch cracks, cameras at the foot of my bed, unopened and unanswered mail scattered atop the kitchen table. Some people find this tendency to be a "neat freak" annoying and crazy. I have begun to force myself to relax in unkempt conditions, but it doesn't feel natural. The impending doom of having to eventually clean and organize weighs down on me no matter how much I meditate on letting it go. That weight distracts me, does not allow me to breathe freely, and manifests major kinks in my creative flow. I realize that the cleaning and organizing will never come to an end, and that living with others requires a kind of compromise, but I'm coming to understand how much easier it is to be tranquil and to flow in an ordered environment.
So I am catching up on that order. I am putting things in their homes, and I am already feeling more satisfied and grounded. I have compiled a few photos and words, wanting to update all of you on my recent endeavors and recap my school spring term. Please follow this link to my new blog to read about my adventures: creative, intellectual (barely), physical, mystical, and fanciful.
And, please kindly remove your shoes at the front door :D
APPROACHING THE PERIPHERY
coming through the finish of the SG portion of the combined event in Soldeu, Andorra
It still hasn't really hit me that this season is over. The last 8 days have all started to blend together--I am having a hard time distinguishing my races in Lenzerheide from those in St. Moritz. It's hard to believe that yesterday I was standing in the start gate of my last World Cup race of the 2015/2016 season. Although it was the team event (which I haven't trained for in over a year, and haven't raced in more than 3 years!), it was still a World Cup, and it was a pretty exciting event to be a part of. Actually, it is a bit stressful, because the pressure is not only to perform for yourself, but to perform for your team. It was hard to be somewhat of a weakness on my team, but I was happy to be a part of it regardless.
approaching the finish via air travel in La Thuile, Italy
Since the races in Garmisch, it has been a bit of a whirlwind. From Garmisch (where I had my first top-5 of the season) we went straight to Crans Montana, where it snowed a meter (!) and our races were cancelled (but they tried! and we got some good pow skiing in). From Crans Montana, we went straight to La Thuile, Italy, where they rescheduled the downhill we lost in Crans. At first I was a bit nervous about this new hill--it is very steep and technical--but the snow was nearly perfect, and the course set was the same. I skied well; I ended up 5th in both of the Downhills, and 9th in the Super-G. La Thuile was the first time this season that I felt comfortable and powerful on my skis. Something clicked and I found an edge that has been missing since last season. But I was on the safe side of the edge. I felt relaxed when generating speed, and found myself craving that feeling from a calm perspective for the first time ever. I didn't necessarily want to go fast to win, I wanted to go fast to get that feeling of weightlessness, of flow, of contentment, of euphoria. Even if it was for only one turn, that feeling has been so satisfying since I have figured out how to obtain it. It comes in it's purest form (where I am fully aware of it) fairly rarely, but I can recall a few times this year that I have found that pleasure, and it makes me yearn for more.
From La Thuile we took off for Soldeu, Andorra. I decided to drive to Andorra because I wanted to take a trip to Spain the week after our races for my downtime. The conditions were tough in Soldeu, with plenty of new snow on race day, and consequently many delays and setbacks to the program. We didn't end up racing until 1:30 pm (I believe?), and the conditions proved difficult even at that point in the day. It was snowing fairly hard during the race, and I took advantage of my early start number to get on the podium for the second time in my career. It was the first time I've been on the podium in Super-G, and I carried the momentum into the next day to ski into 2nd (behind Lindsey) in the SG portion of the combined. Unfortunately, it was a tough weekend for Lindsey, as she sustained a season-ending injury to her knee, and had to call it after racing the SC--realizing the severity of her injury. It was cool to see her determination on the day of the combined, and to see her battle through the pain was pretty inspiring and eye-opening. I am fully committed to ski racing, but I'm not sure I would go to that length (racing with a broken bone in my leg) for it.... WOW!
After racing in Andorra (which was beautiful) I headed to Barcelona for a week of exploration in the company of a few of my best friends. Kevin and Dana were in Soldeu for the races (Kevin=good luck charm?), and came to hang out in the city for a few days before heading back to the U.K. Elle flew over from Oregon and spent 4 days with me in Barcelona, from where we road tripped together to Santa Caterina, Lenzerheide, and finally St. Moritz. It was fantastic to have a friend by my side for the last 10 days of World Cup racing, as I was low on energy and my team had shrunk to two athletes (Stacey Cook and myself). Spending some time with a connected, free-spirited, and philosophical friend outside of ski racing was so refreshing and helped me to gain some perspective.
After racing in Andorra (which was beautiful) I headed to Barcelona for a week of exploration in the company of a few of my best friends. Kevin and Dana were in Soldeu for the races (Kevin=good luck charm?), and came to hang out in the city for a few days before heading back to the U.K. Elle flew over from Oregon and spent 4 days with me in Barcelona, from where we road tripped together to Santa Caterina, Lenzerheide, and finally St. Moritz. It was fantastic to have a friend by my side for the last 10 days of World Cup racing, as I was low on energy and my team had shrunk to two athletes (Stacey Cook and myself). Spending some time with a connected, free-spirited, and philosophical friend outside of ski racing was so refreshing and helped me to gain some perspective.
(raaarrrr) Soldeu, Andorra
Barcelona was amazing. It was warm and sunny every day I was there. I found an apartment in the Bario Gotico, parked my car for the week, and lived the city life. I saw plenty of Gaudi creations, rode a moped around the city, ate way too many tapas, bought a sweet hammock for my house in Oregon, and frolicked around the city streets. I took it slow. I didn't wake up before 9. I baptized myself and hit the reset button in the ocean. I settled into the Spanish lifestyle fairly quickly, and had a hard time adjusting back to my normal racing/training program....
But it was back to Lenzerheide before I could blink, and I was in the start gate again. I learned a lesson on the SG race day that I have learned countless times throughout my career: if you want to be fast in Super-G, it's all about taking risks, pushing the line, and gunning. I took that wisdom into Sunday's Super Combined SG run and ended up winning the run. It felt good to know that I hadn't lost my speed from the races before my break, I just needed a reminder about how to approach racing. I had a tough run of slalom, but ended up 7th in the Combined that day
The day after the Super-Combined in Lenzerheide, we had a DH training run in St. Moritz where World Cup Finals were held. My energy was depleting, and I was starting to feel the end of the racing season approach. I had a tough time working up motivation and vigor for the DH, but got a bit back for the Super-G and ended up taking 5th with a silly and costly mistake. Regardless, it felt good to know that I have speed, and to end the season with a solid race.
But it was back to Lenzerheide before I could blink, and I was in the start gate again. I learned a lesson on the SG race day that I have learned countless times throughout my career: if you want to be fast in Super-G, it's all about taking risks, pushing the line, and gunning. I took that wisdom into Sunday's Super Combined SG run and ended up winning the run. It felt good to know that I hadn't lost my speed from the races before my break, I just needed a reminder about how to approach racing. I had a tough run of slalom, but ended up 7th in the Combined that day
The day after the Super-Combined in Lenzerheide, we had a DH training run in St. Moritz where World Cup Finals were held. My energy was depleting, and I was starting to feel the end of the racing season approach. I had a tough time working up motivation and vigor for the DH, but got a bit back for the Super-G and ended up taking 5th with a silly and costly mistake. Regardless, it felt good to know that I have speed, and to end the season with a solid race.
I am simultaneously happy and sad that the season is over. On one hand, I am happy with my skiing and pleased to end on a harmonious note. I am excited to go to school during the spring, and to get away from the stressful racing scene for a few months. On the other hand, I feel like I have just begun to find my groove. I am nervous that this long break with affect that, but am confident that I will discover it again and take the speed into next season. Stay tuned for updates on my spring adventures and throwbacks to this season. Time for U.S. Nationals, a few drinks, and some education!
IN THE MIDST, TOWARD THE EDGE, AMONGST THE MOTION
(racing Downhill in La Thuile, Italy this weekend)
I just spent half an hour writing a paragraph intricately describing my current surroundings and state of mind. Then I read over it and thought about how boring it would be to read from anybody's perspective other than my own, and immediately deleted it. I thought about my blog/website, how I present myself, why people read my words, and what audience I want to appeal to. Why do I even write for other people? Sometimes it is much more enticing to simply sit and write for myself -- to release my thoughts, work through struggles, and try to understand myself better. But then....I feel a sense of relief after writing a blog entry, as I do post-journal-entry. It's a different sense of relief, though. It feels more like a communal thing, like a way to relate to other humans. And to share. To be a part of something bigger than myself, which I realize the importance of more and more every day.
And what is it that I want to share? I want to write creatively about a lifestyle that is often viewed simply from a traveling/competing perspective. There is so much more to competing in a high-level sport than just the sport itself. I strive to philosophically relate my thoughts to my sport, and consider myself incredibly lucky to have a means through which I can draw people into my life--my profession. To present myself as a professional athlete is something I often abhor when meeting new people. But then I realize that I wouldn't meet all of these people if it wasn't for skiing. So I use my skiing to spark conversations: about the things I see in my travels, about ways of thinking, about global warming, about fear and doubt, love and connection, art and eloquence and kindness and openness.
I often wonder if anybody even reads my blog, if it makes any difference, if it matters in the end. Then I realize that nothing actually matters in the end (?), there is no point to life (?), the world will one day end and the Universe will continue on: careless, reckless, insentient. And this somehow makes me feel calm, allows me to be who I want to be, to indulge in the things that matter to me regardless of their fruition. So I write.
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This past weekend here in La Thuile was enjoyable and illuminating. After my downhill run on Saturday I found my technician Ales and told him that I don't feel scared anymore. I know that crashing is a possibility, a likelihood at some point, but I don't feel afraid of that right now. When I'm visualizing the course in my head before I run I often see myself catching an edge, hitting a rut, pile-driving face-first into some b-net, landing on my side off of a jump, crashing hard and paying for the risk-taking (as I have done many times in the past). But lately, instead of pushing these thoughts out of my head, I have been letting them come. And they always go. I acknowledge the fear, recognize my uncertainty, identify the doubt and let it all flow through me. It's impossible to avoid these thoughts and emotions, and for as many years as I have been pushing them out, I know that they always come back. Stronger and stronger every time. Fighting can seem much easier and more practical than letting go and allowing these "negative" feelings in to shake your core and darken your certainty and perspective. But I'm kind of over fighting. I'm sure the headstrong will to fight will come back, but right now I'm working on relaxing. Letting myself sleep more. Taking photographs at inappropriate times. Knitting and watching TV shows. Trusting.
I'm also becoming more comfortable on my skis with every run I take. I feel strong, powerful, sometimes I even feel graceful (not often a feeling I get to revel in). I'm feeling at ease at high speeds. I know I can handle the bumps and snow snakes that try to throw me around. My trust in my skiing is building in a way I have never felt before. I'm moving with more conviction, and although I'm often still clumsy and awkward, I am learning to allow those flaws to be strengths. I'm working hard on my presence and awareness, on appreciating every glimpse regardless of the routine. Allowing my breath to be an anchor to my place. Although I still often find myself worrying about what's next, fearing failure and letting my thoughts run in shadowy directions, I am catching the tangents and I'm becoming more okay with them. It feels good to be kind to myself.
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Why do you read this blog? Why do you write your own? I want to hear other people's stories and voices. I want to build a community someday where I know everybody's name. Where I can have a conversation about death and meaning with my neighbor, and appreciate the flight of birds and the play of light in silence. Maybe this is where I start, with sharing words with the unknown, so I can narrow things down and eventually come to find that place where I can settle and connect with others.
And what is it that I want to share? I want to write creatively about a lifestyle that is often viewed simply from a traveling/competing perspective. There is so much more to competing in a high-level sport than just the sport itself. I strive to philosophically relate my thoughts to my sport, and consider myself incredibly lucky to have a means through which I can draw people into my life--my profession. To present myself as a professional athlete is something I often abhor when meeting new people. But then I realize that I wouldn't meet all of these people if it wasn't for skiing. So I use my skiing to spark conversations: about the things I see in my travels, about ways of thinking, about global warming, about fear and doubt, love and connection, art and eloquence and kindness and openness.
I often wonder if anybody even reads my blog, if it makes any difference, if it matters in the end. Then I realize that nothing actually matters in the end (?), there is no point to life (?), the world will one day end and the Universe will continue on: careless, reckless, insentient. And this somehow makes me feel calm, allows me to be who I want to be, to indulge in the things that matter to me regardless of their fruition. So I write.
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This past weekend here in La Thuile was enjoyable and illuminating. After my downhill run on Saturday I found my technician Ales and told him that I don't feel scared anymore. I know that crashing is a possibility, a likelihood at some point, but I don't feel afraid of that right now. When I'm visualizing the course in my head before I run I often see myself catching an edge, hitting a rut, pile-driving face-first into some b-net, landing on my side off of a jump, crashing hard and paying for the risk-taking (as I have done many times in the past). But lately, instead of pushing these thoughts out of my head, I have been letting them come. And they always go. I acknowledge the fear, recognize my uncertainty, identify the doubt and let it all flow through me. It's impossible to avoid these thoughts and emotions, and for as many years as I have been pushing them out, I know that they always come back. Stronger and stronger every time. Fighting can seem much easier and more practical than letting go and allowing these "negative" feelings in to shake your core and darken your certainty and perspective. But I'm kind of over fighting. I'm sure the headstrong will to fight will come back, but right now I'm working on relaxing. Letting myself sleep more. Taking photographs at inappropriate times. Knitting and watching TV shows. Trusting.
I'm also becoming more comfortable on my skis with every run I take. I feel strong, powerful, sometimes I even feel graceful (not often a feeling I get to revel in). I'm feeling at ease at high speeds. I know I can handle the bumps and snow snakes that try to throw me around. My trust in my skiing is building in a way I have never felt before. I'm moving with more conviction, and although I'm often still clumsy and awkward, I am learning to allow those flaws to be strengths. I'm working hard on my presence and awareness, on appreciating every glimpse regardless of the routine. Allowing my breath to be an anchor to my place. Although I still often find myself worrying about what's next, fearing failure and letting my thoughts run in shadowy directions, I am catching the tangents and I'm becoming more okay with them. It feels good to be kind to myself.
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Why do you read this blog? Why do you write your own? I want to hear other people's stories and voices. I want to build a community someday where I know everybody's name. Where I can have a conversation about death and meaning with my neighbor, and appreciate the flight of birds and the play of light in silence. Maybe this is where I start, with sharing words with the unknown, so I can narrow things down and eventually come to find that place where I can settle and connect with others.
THIS IS ME NOT THINKING ABOUT SKIING
Those, above, are delicious pears from a market in Chamonix. I was just organizing random photos and found a bunch on my compact system camera from the last 10 months that I have forgotten about. So I am looking through them, sorting, editing, and will post a photo blog very soon!
Anyway--I am back in St. Louis, visiting my sister Allana. Plans have been changing over the last few weeks in Europe, and it turned out I had a week off (actually, I gave myself a week off :) ) so I decided to come over for a few days away from the ski racing scene. Thus far it has been awesome--I ate a scramble this morning with Sriracha, bacon, and tomato jam! YUM. Apart from the scramble, I have mostly felt weird and off-kilter today, trying to not think about skiing... but I just ended up watching some race video from the past few weeks....
I have always said that I wanted to be more consistent. I want to be solid, safe, grounded, stable. Being one of the fastest skiers is always the goal, but if you only make it to the finish half of the time, is it worth it? Recently I have been finishing all of my races: not falling, but not posting incredibly fast results. I still don't feel perfectly solid on my skis, but I am approaching that fine line that borders stability/safety and recklessness/speed. Thus far this year I have definitely been on the safe side. I haven't really felt out of control, but I also haven't really found the front of my skis. I often feel stuck in a neutral position, struggling to generate speed, to feel fluid and dynamic. My equipment has ailed me a few times, so I have been making some changes that are taking a bit of time to get used to, which is consequently causing me to be uncertain when I'm racing. There is definitely potential in my current setup, but I feel I need a bit more time with it to make it work well for me. Then there is my head....
Finding that fire to be clean and fast has been complicated and frustrating for me this year. Often, when I'm on the course, I'm content with my speed and don't desire to gain more. I feel kind of like a grown-up. Like I am growing out of the place that wants more and more and I am learning to be satisfied with what I have. This is a characteristic that I have always aspired for, but it is one that I am learning is affecting my drive. So now I have a challenge:::how do I separate the drive to be the best from the calm and contentedness I have always craved?
My potential has not yet been tapped into. I strive to be the best I can be, and while I am beginning to understand that self as a being not to be compared with others, I am grasping for some limit and routine to adhere to. While I am becoming stronger as my own being, I am relinquishing my adhesion to rules and expectations. What is possible? What is impossible? What are my limits, potentials, capabilities? Learning how to push those boundaries while not comparing to others' is proving to be difficult, but I am coming to decipher lines more as clouds, rules as provocations. This not only applies to skiing, but to every aspect of life.
And so I grow.
Anyway--I am back in St. Louis, visiting my sister Allana. Plans have been changing over the last few weeks in Europe, and it turned out I had a week off (actually, I gave myself a week off :) ) so I decided to come over for a few days away from the ski racing scene. Thus far it has been awesome--I ate a scramble this morning with Sriracha, bacon, and tomato jam! YUM. Apart from the scramble, I have mostly felt weird and off-kilter today, trying to not think about skiing... but I just ended up watching some race video from the past few weeks....
I have always said that I wanted to be more consistent. I want to be solid, safe, grounded, stable. Being one of the fastest skiers is always the goal, but if you only make it to the finish half of the time, is it worth it? Recently I have been finishing all of my races: not falling, but not posting incredibly fast results. I still don't feel perfectly solid on my skis, but I am approaching that fine line that borders stability/safety and recklessness/speed. Thus far this year I have definitely been on the safe side. I haven't really felt out of control, but I also haven't really found the front of my skis. I often feel stuck in a neutral position, struggling to generate speed, to feel fluid and dynamic. My equipment has ailed me a few times, so I have been making some changes that are taking a bit of time to get used to, which is consequently causing me to be uncertain when I'm racing. There is definitely potential in my current setup, but I feel I need a bit more time with it to make it work well for me. Then there is my head....
Finding that fire to be clean and fast has been complicated and frustrating for me this year. Often, when I'm on the course, I'm content with my speed and don't desire to gain more. I feel kind of like a grown-up. Like I am growing out of the place that wants more and more and I am learning to be satisfied with what I have. This is a characteristic that I have always aspired for, but it is one that I am learning is affecting my drive. So now I have a challenge:::how do I separate the drive to be the best from the calm and contentedness I have always craved?
My potential has not yet been tapped into. I strive to be the best I can be, and while I am beginning to understand that self as a being not to be compared with others, I am grasping for some limit and routine to adhere to. While I am becoming stronger as my own being, I am relinquishing my adhesion to rules and expectations. What is possible? What is impossible? What are my limits, potentials, capabilities? Learning how to push those boundaries while not comparing to others' is proving to be difficult, but I am coming to decipher lines more as clouds, rules as provocations. This not only applies to skiing, but to every aspect of life.
And so I grow.
BREAKING
Home at last. It feels good to sleep in my own bed. And to be in my house--explosions everywhere. And snow! It's incredible to have snow blanketed over this town. There seems to be a comparable amount of snow here in town to any of the mountains I skied on while in Europe. It seems like a bleak winter is upon that continent....
Luckily there is a fair amount of snow up at Mt. Bachelor. More than we've seen (at this time of year) in the last four years. It's nice to have a bit of a change from the brown, warm Decembers we've experienced in recent years. I hear that it has snowed a foot per day, on average, over the last week. Nuts. Skiing yesterday seemed to prove this rumor true....there was 15 inches of fresh snow, and it was filling in all the while we were tracking it out. And it was light and creamy. Incredible skiing....so nice to be able to send it outside of the race arena. It has been a while since I was able to rip around without concern for significant rocks, stumps, boulders, and trees tearing up my bases. The only fast skiing I have done lately has been on training and racing courses....
It was an interesting start to the season. With my back tweak in November, I had to push it pretty hard in order to be ready for Lake Louise at the end of the month. After more time off than I was willing to accept, I understood that rest was the answer. So my training before the races in Lake Louise was minimal, and my confidence wasn't there. But it felt good to go fast again without pain, and I was happy to score some World Cup points (I was 19th and 21st in the Downhills, and 12th in the Super-G). Then it was off to Europe for a bit of rest and training before racing in Val d'Isere this past weekend. Training in Val Thorens was pretty good, but unfortunately the free skiing wasn't, so all of my time was spent in the gates. What I really wanted was to get back to the basics, get some wind in my face, and ski freely and fast outside of the gates.
After a few days of training we headed to Val d'Isere for the races, and there wasn't a ton of snow there either. But the race course was primed perfectly, and it felt good to ski on some responsive snow. I don't remember it being that dark on the hill in the past--the sun shone only on the top 7 gates or so, and then it was total darkness through the finish. Luckily it wasn't bumpy and there wasn't much to be scared of. Other than slalom gates......
And the finish line. I have managed to fall in every Downhill race in Val d'Isere over the last 3 years, but I was determined to change that this year. So I fell in the finish of the 2nd training run. No, it wasn't on purpose...but it certainly broke the curse. It hurt though. I dislocated my shoulder and suffered a bit of whiplash, but decided to race the next day in the Combined anyhow. Pushing out of the Downhill race start was a challenge--but not nearly as challenging as holding my arm up the whole way down the Slalom course...
I finished 15th in the Combined, and was feeling a bit stronger the next day for the Downhill race, finishing 10th. It was nice to get back in the top 10, even though my body wasn't feeling perfect. I look forward to this break at home--letting myself recover fully before getting back into skiing. There will be Baileys involved. And family, gifts, dogs, powder, sleep. Rest. It will be lovely to simply let myself rest.
While I traveled to see Leanne on the east coast this fall I took some photos. I have compiled a few of them into a photo blog, check that out here. Happy Holidays!
Luckily there is a fair amount of snow up at Mt. Bachelor. More than we've seen (at this time of year) in the last four years. It's nice to have a bit of a change from the brown, warm Decembers we've experienced in recent years. I hear that it has snowed a foot per day, on average, over the last week. Nuts. Skiing yesterday seemed to prove this rumor true....there was 15 inches of fresh snow, and it was filling in all the while we were tracking it out. And it was light and creamy. Incredible skiing....so nice to be able to send it outside of the race arena. It has been a while since I was able to rip around without concern for significant rocks, stumps, boulders, and trees tearing up my bases. The only fast skiing I have done lately has been on training and racing courses....
It was an interesting start to the season. With my back tweak in November, I had to push it pretty hard in order to be ready for Lake Louise at the end of the month. After more time off than I was willing to accept, I understood that rest was the answer. So my training before the races in Lake Louise was minimal, and my confidence wasn't there. But it felt good to go fast again without pain, and I was happy to score some World Cup points (I was 19th and 21st in the Downhills, and 12th in the Super-G). Then it was off to Europe for a bit of rest and training before racing in Val d'Isere this past weekend. Training in Val Thorens was pretty good, but unfortunately the free skiing wasn't, so all of my time was spent in the gates. What I really wanted was to get back to the basics, get some wind in my face, and ski freely and fast outside of the gates.
After a few days of training we headed to Val d'Isere for the races, and there wasn't a ton of snow there either. But the race course was primed perfectly, and it felt good to ski on some responsive snow. I don't remember it being that dark on the hill in the past--the sun shone only on the top 7 gates or so, and then it was total darkness through the finish. Luckily it wasn't bumpy and there wasn't much to be scared of. Other than slalom gates......
And the finish line. I have managed to fall in every Downhill race in Val d'Isere over the last 3 years, but I was determined to change that this year. So I fell in the finish of the 2nd training run. No, it wasn't on purpose...but it certainly broke the curse. It hurt though. I dislocated my shoulder and suffered a bit of whiplash, but decided to race the next day in the Combined anyhow. Pushing out of the Downhill race start was a challenge--but not nearly as challenging as holding my arm up the whole way down the Slalom course...
I finished 15th in the Combined, and was feeling a bit stronger the next day for the Downhill race, finishing 10th. It was nice to get back in the top 10, even though my body wasn't feeling perfect. I look forward to this break at home--letting myself recover fully before getting back into skiing. There will be Baileys involved. And family, gifts, dogs, powder, sleep. Rest. It will be lovely to simply let myself rest.
While I traveled to see Leanne on the east coast this fall I took some photos. I have compiled a few of them into a photo blog, check that out here. Happy Holidays!
INTERLUDE
Here we are again. I'm sitting in my room in the Chateau Lake Louise, fighting a headache, thinking about a bath and my bed. Today was the first Downhill training run of the season. There is a lot more terrain out there than there has been in past years, and the course is nice and fast. I was really excited for the first training run...to push out of the gate, get some wind in my face, and see what my race-mode skiing can be like this season. But then I got to inspection and started freaking out. I have been fighting some pretty serious back pain lately, and didn't know how the first run would pan out....
Training camp in Copper, CO was...well...interesting. When we arrived the mountain was mostly brown and barren, and by the time we left there was more snow than we could have imagined materializing in 3 weeks. In the middle of the snow storms there was some good training, but the last 2 weeks for me have been a serious struggle. Toward the end of the first half of camp, before a 2 day break, I was training GS in Vail and managed to significantly tweak my back. I have had back problems in the past, but none as relentless, painful, or enduring as this particular episode. I found myself lying in bed and attempting many different kinds of therapy (acupuncture, chiropractic, osteopathic, massage, etc.) for the course of the first 3 days I took off, during which I believed the pain would reside and my strength and ability to ski would return. As it turned out, that was hopeful at best--naive, ambitious, eager. Expectations for returning to snow were high, and I found myself let down repeatedly over the last two weeks. I wrote a blog on pain, as I have been living in it continuously since my tweak, and have been grappling with the idea of pain as a chronic battle. Check that out here.
Training camp in Copper, CO was...well...interesting. When we arrived the mountain was mostly brown and barren, and by the time we left there was more snow than we could have imagined materializing in 3 weeks. In the middle of the snow storms there was some good training, but the last 2 weeks for me have been a serious struggle. Toward the end of the first half of camp, before a 2 day break, I was training GS in Vail and managed to significantly tweak my back. I have had back problems in the past, but none as relentless, painful, or enduring as this particular episode. I found myself lying in bed and attempting many different kinds of therapy (acupuncture, chiropractic, osteopathic, massage, etc.) for the course of the first 3 days I took off, during which I believed the pain would reside and my strength and ability to ski would return. As it turned out, that was hopeful at best--naive, ambitious, eager. Expectations for returning to snow were high, and I found myself let down repeatedly over the last two weeks. I wrote a blog on pain, as I have been living in it continuously since my tweak, and have been grappling with the idea of pain as a chronic battle. Check that out here.
I haven't skied in a course without significant pain in at least 3 weeks. So today I was uncertain, after a few days of rest and therapy, that my back would be able to handle the forces and bumps of a real downhill. I couldn't decide what to focus on. My mind was all over the place in the start...'what if I have to pull out of the course,' 'what if my back gives out mid-way down,' 'what if I tweak it again and go back to phase 1....' It was a struggle. But I pushed out of the start, skied a bit hesitantly, made a few good turns, and was happy in the finish when I realized it was the first time I had thought about my back since the start gate. It wasn't on the front of my mind while going down the course for the first time in a while. WHAT A RELIEF. So....now...I'm getting excited to race. It's game time. Cheer loudly!
IT'S TIME
Portillo SG training
No seriously though. It feels like it has been FOR. EVER.
I was getting so fantastically itchy, antsy, intoxicated at the thought of playing on the snow. Feeling the wind in my face. Letting go. Whooooooosh.
Portillo seems like it was so incredibly long ago. Ages and ages and ages. We are finally in Copper, Colorado--we had to postpone our camp arrival date by a week because of the lack of snow here. When I arrived here a few days ago the amount of snow was worrisome: the bottom of the speed track was sepia, barren, gloomy. But over the last three days it has been cold and snowing consistently. There is still some grass poking through, but Copper is pumping their snow-making machines and the runs are slowly filling in. For now, it's GS and SL until our ears bleed. Perhaps a bit of gliding.....
We trained GS and SL for the first three days here (now have a day off), and I'll just say it was quite a shock to the body. Getting off the chair at 12,000 feet is intimidating and exhausting in itself, never mind skiing down a steep, injected slalom course. Catching my breath after buckling my boots, I lean on my poles before pushing out of the slalom start with hopes that my quickness will return to me for the next 40 seconds. Punching down the last gate is a painful thing--I collapse and want to vomit at the finish. I think I'm acclimating...I swear I worked my ass off this summer....
I have put together some photos from Portillo. Check out my blog to witness my mountain adventures via visual portrayal (and a few words). More from these Rocky Mountains to come soon. Much love.
I was getting so fantastically itchy, antsy, intoxicated at the thought of playing on the snow. Feeling the wind in my face. Letting go. Whooooooosh.
Portillo seems like it was so incredibly long ago. Ages and ages and ages. We are finally in Copper, Colorado--we had to postpone our camp arrival date by a week because of the lack of snow here. When I arrived here a few days ago the amount of snow was worrisome: the bottom of the speed track was sepia, barren, gloomy. But over the last three days it has been cold and snowing consistently. There is still some grass poking through, but Copper is pumping their snow-making machines and the runs are slowly filling in. For now, it's GS and SL until our ears bleed. Perhaps a bit of gliding.....
We trained GS and SL for the first three days here (now have a day off), and I'll just say it was quite a shock to the body. Getting off the chair at 12,000 feet is intimidating and exhausting in itself, never mind skiing down a steep, injected slalom course. Catching my breath after buckling my boots, I lean on my poles before pushing out of the slalom start with hopes that my quickness will return to me for the next 40 seconds. Punching down the last gate is a painful thing--I collapse and want to vomit at the finish. I think I'm acclimating...I swear I worked my ass off this summer....
I have put together some photos from Portillo. Check out my blog to witness my mountain adventures via visual portrayal (and a few words). More from these Rocky Mountains to come soon. Much love.
PHOTONS
seagulls perched on the outskirts of Halibut Cove, AK
I bet you thought I meant to write "photos," but you're wrong. I was going to write "photos" and then I decided that I wanted to write "photons" because it sounded a little more surreal, intelligent, and less typical of me. Now I'm trying to think about how I can make "photons" a relevant subject in this post. So here we go....
Apparently photons have zero rest mass, which allows them to communicate across long distances. They are elementary particles: quantums of light. They are studied extensively for/in optical imaging, which is the only legitimate connection that I can find to relate them to photography. I suppose, though, that since photons are responsible for all light, they can really be related to anything that the human eye can see. Like your computer screen. Like the light that my camera incorporated to capture the above photograph, like the sustenance that encourages the trees and plants to grow, oxygen to be emitted, our lungs to be filled, our blood to pump and course through our bodies. Yay for photons!
Reading the Wikipedia definition on photons made my head hurt. These are the sentences that encouraged the headache:
The photon is the gauge boson for electromagnetism,[13]:29-30 and therefore all other quantum numbers of the photon (such as lepton number, baryon number, and flavour quantum numbers) are zero.[14] Also, the photon does not obey the Pauli exclusion principle.[15]:1221
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I have always loved math and science, but I certainly will never be a quantum physicist. Or a physicist of any sort. Or an astronomer (which has always been a dream of mine), or as hot as Britney Spears circa 1999 (another crushed dream). Whatever. I sometimes like to write words. And I like taking photos. Want to see??? Click me click me
Apparently photons have zero rest mass, which allows them to communicate across long distances. They are elementary particles: quantums of light. They are studied extensively for/in optical imaging, which is the only legitimate connection that I can find to relate them to photography. I suppose, though, that since photons are responsible for all light, they can really be related to anything that the human eye can see. Like your computer screen. Like the light that my camera incorporated to capture the above photograph, like the sustenance that encourages the trees and plants to grow, oxygen to be emitted, our lungs to be filled, our blood to pump and course through our bodies. Yay for photons!
Reading the Wikipedia definition on photons made my head hurt. These are the sentences that encouraged the headache:
The photon is the gauge boson for electromagnetism,[13]:29-30 and therefore all other quantum numbers of the photon (such as lepton number, baryon number, and flavour quantum numbers) are zero.[14] Also, the photon does not obey the Pauli exclusion principle.[15]:1221
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I have always loved math and science, but I certainly will never be a quantum physicist. Or a physicist of any sort. Or an astronomer (which has always been a dream of mine), or as hot as Britney Spears circa 1999 (another crushed dream). Whatever. I sometimes like to write words. And I like taking photos. Want to see??? Click me click me
travels á la mode
The last few months have been nuts. Lots of travel, stress, thoughts, photos, writing, and skiing (hallelujah for this). It's been tough to keep up. I'm finally getting all my pictures from New Zealand put together, and am learning how to use Lightroom/Photoshop to get the most out of my photographs. After some time struggling to figure it out on my own, I had some incredible help from Jonathan Selkowitz in Portillo and am feeling a bit more capable of utilizing my digital shots. I have always been more comfortable with film--despite the fact that I know it's more expensive, more difficult to get a perfect photo, and nearly impossible to develop without access to a darkroom. I have found a few photo labs around the States that do a wonderful job, but have recently discovered my own lab on my computer (after taking digital photography at school this spring). So I've put together a catalogue of my New Zealand photos....they're now on my blog. Check it out here, and let me know what you think. There's something charming about an unedited photograph (especially from a roll of film), but the crisp, clean look I'm becoming familiar with is understandably more relatable to the online world.
I will certainly not give up shooting with film, as it is still more attractive and real-looking to my (personal) eye. But here goes my attempt at a digital-infused world. Enjoy ? ! :P
I will certainly not give up shooting with film, as it is still more attractive and real-looking to my (personal) eye. But here goes my attempt at a digital-infused world. Enjoy ? ! :P
STEEP MOUNTAINS // DEEP WATERS
I'm finally back in Portillo. It has been 2 years since I last skied here--I was somewhat relieved last summer to skip the Portillo trip and head to Zermatt/Saas Fee instead. The training here is intense. It's steep. The snow typically freezes overnight to a dense, rattly surface. Rarely does the training hill get groomed--so it tends to get fairly bumpy. There's a lot of difficult terrain: jumps, compressions, rolls, dips and edges. The top of the course is close to the steepest pitch we ski on the women's World Cup circuit, and it sustains for 4 downhill turns or 6-8 SG turns. In the early morning the sun doesn't light the course, and when it's overcast you can't see much, which makes it that much more terrifying.
But we've gotten lucky so far this trip. The first four days of training have been spectacular. The sun has shined down on us every day, not a cloud has rolled through to diffuse the light. The snow has frozen perfectly overnight; it has been icy and a bit bumpy, but nothing compared to what it's been in the past. There is more snow here than I have seen in the last 5 years. Our coaches have been preparing the hill perfectly--we even got to ski on a pristine, groomed surface 2 days ago. Skiing at Downhill speeds has been the best thing that has happened to me in a while...riding that edge of control, haste, and delight. We just finished with our first 4 day block, and are heading into the next block tomorrow. The weather looks like it will hold up for a little while longer, so we should get at least 2 more days of superb speed training in. I'm feeling solid on my skis, honing in everything I worked on in New Zealand, and releasing the tension of striving for perfection and instead allowing my natural speed and instinct to take over. I haven't had this feeling in a while. It's exciting.
During our break between New Zealand and Chile I headed to Alaska with my dad for 5 days of quiet splendor. It was spectacular to get away from the grind of being home: unpacking, appointments, errands, bills, mail, repacking, to-do lists. I was able to sit, breathe, and fill myself with the pull and wonder of the mountains jutting up from ocean waters. We stayed in Halibut Cove, which is a tiny coastal town across Kachemak Bay from Homer. I'll write a blog about our trip soon (and about New Zealand), but for now here are some more photographs from my spring (school) adventures.
It feels so right to be back on the snow <3
But we've gotten lucky so far this trip. The first four days of training have been spectacular. The sun has shined down on us every day, not a cloud has rolled through to diffuse the light. The snow has frozen perfectly overnight; it has been icy and a bit bumpy, but nothing compared to what it's been in the past. There is more snow here than I have seen in the last 5 years. Our coaches have been preparing the hill perfectly--we even got to ski on a pristine, groomed surface 2 days ago. Skiing at Downhill speeds has been the best thing that has happened to me in a while...riding that edge of control, haste, and delight. We just finished with our first 4 day block, and are heading into the next block tomorrow. The weather looks like it will hold up for a little while longer, so we should get at least 2 more days of superb speed training in. I'm feeling solid on my skis, honing in everything I worked on in New Zealand, and releasing the tension of striving for perfection and instead allowing my natural speed and instinct to take over. I haven't had this feeling in a while. It's exciting.
During our break between New Zealand and Chile I headed to Alaska with my dad for 5 days of quiet splendor. It was spectacular to get away from the grind of being home: unpacking, appointments, errands, bills, mail, repacking, to-do lists. I was able to sit, breathe, and fill myself with the pull and wonder of the mountains jutting up from ocean waters. We stayed in Halibut Cove, which is a tiny coastal town across Kachemak Bay from Homer. I'll write a blog about our trip soon (and about New Zealand), but for now here are some more photographs from my spring (school) adventures.
It feels so right to be back on the snow <3
kayaking around Halibut Cove
FILLING WITH EMPTINESS
there’s a void that desecrates and gratifies my deepest dark….i try to grip myself with the biggest breaths, to fill myself up with the emptiness that i know is the only true mass to being. whatever else occupies this space is only imagined. do i want that substance? often it makes me feel real, significant, inhabiting a place that is only possible to be inhabited by the thing i define myself as. like there is a sort of hole in the world that i fit so perfectly in, shaped as i am at every precise moment, black and dark as the bottom of the ocean, only lit up by this thing i call laurenne. it follows me (or do i follow it), reading and palpating my every moment and thought, knowing my physical being likely better than i do. it’s funny to think of that space existing in the world without me. would it still move and jolt as i would in that moment, if i were still occupying it as materializing my future self? it’s a bit mind-boggling, but fascinating and amusing to think about. i'm ever imagining occupying this funny place and how perfect it is to move with it...pretending that i don't exist as a being at all, but only as a gap between places i go, a cavity breathing in light, a lacuna, filling up with emptiness.
now this void is apparently filled with crisp mountain air, visions of blue boots white gloves purple suits and red/blue flags whizzing by with delight. it's ever-so wonderful to be back in the mountains, in winter, in this space where i feel i jive and fuse within. sliding around all wild and mad, howling at blue moons, wind in my face, mouth open, can't always breathe that well. I LOVE THAT. when you can go so fast that you can no longer comfortably breathe. perhaps that's why i'm always wide-mouthed--searching for air, allowing myself the biggest space to drink the atmosphere in from. what a dream...
what's not a dream is the speed at which the internet runs in this country (or, at least this desolate town of Lake Tekapo). i have a plethora of photos that i took this spring in my photography class i am excited to post (see one above that took 20 minutes to load), but those will have to wait for a day of less historic connections, hopefully sometime soon. keep checking in for an update on my spring/summer thus far, it will come in time :)
this void is out. black as the night, clear as the gale, light as the sky.
now this void is apparently filled with crisp mountain air, visions of blue boots white gloves purple suits and red/blue flags whizzing by with delight. it's ever-so wonderful to be back in the mountains, in winter, in this space where i feel i jive and fuse within. sliding around all wild and mad, howling at blue moons, wind in my face, mouth open, can't always breathe that well. I LOVE THAT. when you can go so fast that you can no longer comfortably breathe. perhaps that's why i'm always wide-mouthed--searching for air, allowing myself the biggest space to drink the atmosphere in from. what a dream...
what's not a dream is the speed at which the internet runs in this country (or, at least this desolate town of Lake Tekapo). i have a plethora of photos that i took this spring in my photography class i am excited to post (see one above that took 20 minutes to load), but those will have to wait for a day of less historic connections, hopefully sometime soon. keep checking in for an update on my spring/summer thus far, it will come in time :)
this void is out. black as the night, clear as the gale, light as the sky.
PODS...
As I remain insanely busy with school, working out, etc., I will continue to post a picture a day (on weekdays) through the end of the spring term...which is already approaching quickly!!! How amazingly terrifying! Time does fly....kind of like these upside-down birds...
Find my POD link above under the "Yumminess --> Photographs" tab. Or click here. Enjoy the flowers :)
Find my POD link above under the "Yumminess --> Photographs" tab. Or click here. Enjoy the flowers :)
SHRED CAMP 2015
Guys! I finally got my s*** together and set up my camp for this spring! Come join me at Mt. Bachelor on May 2-3 to rip around and have so serious fun. I will be setting up a GS course (GS skis are best, all mountain skis are fine too!), but we will also be free skiing....basically it's all up to you. I can be a drill sergeant or a coach or a friend :) but I'll probably be a combination of the three. Click here for the link to registration!!! See you there :)
BEAUTIFUL YOUNG THINGS
Aiguille du Midi tram, Chamonix, France
Méribel. Chamonix. France. I am already craving the French Alp power, drawn to the splendor, size, and inspiration. I have spoken before of the feeling I get from vast, expansive mountains...feeling small, like the cog of a wheel of some unimaginably-sized machine, plugging away at change and contributing very little to something beyond and above me. And, perhaps it's strange but, I love that feeling. It's humbling, and grounding, and helps me to see more clearly. If only I could feel that all the time, if I could live amongst the trees and enormous granite peaks. Maybe someday I will. After all, it's not out of the question, it's been done before, and perhaps it's where I belong.
Anyhow, France was insane. I'll definitely be returning some day soon. Chamonix was unforgettable: with an incredible crew of friends and such gracious and knowledgable hosts, it couldn't have been better. We yoyo'd across the valley, explored off the Aiguille du Midi, along the Mer de Glace, down the Grand Envers and the Vallée Blanche--exploring glaciers and mountains I never dreamed of (and can't pronounce, or even remember the names of). It. Was. The. Best.
Now I'm in Eugene, OR attending school for the spring term. Check in here for a blog update! It will be the last one for a while, as I will disappear into the bewildering land of studenthood. But while I'm in school this spring, I will be posting a POD (Photo Of the Day) here every week day. I'm taking digital photography this term, so stay tuned for some creativity ;)
Peace and love.
Anyhow, France was insane. I'll definitely be returning some day soon. Chamonix was unforgettable: with an incredible crew of friends and such gracious and knowledgable hosts, it couldn't have been better. We yoyo'd across the valley, explored off the Aiguille du Midi, along the Mer de Glace, down the Grand Envers and the Vallée Blanche--exploring glaciers and mountains I never dreamed of (and can't pronounce, or even remember the names of). It. Was. The. Best.
Now I'm in Eugene, OR attending school for the spring term. Check in here for a blog update! It will be the last one for a while, as I will disappear into the bewildering land of studenthood. But while I'm in school this spring, I will be posting a POD (Photo Of the Day) here every week day. I'm taking digital photography this term, so stay tuned for some creativity ;)
Peace and love.
FINALSY
free skiing yesterday in Courchevel (that's Alice in the back)
wowowowowwww I am always amazed, and repetitive in my writings I'm certain, with time, how it flies, shifts shakes and rumbles. It is already the middle of March, the very punctilious halfway moment, as it is almost noon on the 15th where I exist, of the first spring month of this endless spring-like winter. Although this may technically be the first month of spring, it has felt so much like spring so many times this winter season. Val d'Isere had the least snow I have ever seen there, and Bad Kleinkircheim...well that is a whole other story. We were attempting to race on the only patch of snow that existed at the resort, and it wasn't even white. I wish I could call it the white-strip-of-death, but it was more like the beige-strip-of-death. What snow they had was so dirty and old, it wasn't even like skiing on real snow. It is so sad and disconcerting to me that our winters are becoming so short and warm...skiing and ski racing are dying sports. I want to share this joy of sliding down snow at incredible speeds with future generations, with children, friends, family, in 20, 30, 60 years from now. But I'm not even sure that will be possible.... Time is passing, and with it the seasons are warping, adapting and arranging themselves according to warmth.
I am now in Meribel, France at the World Cup Finals. As the spring creeps up on me, I am scrambling to finalize spring plans: signing up for classes, organizing spring camps, trying to fit in some ski days. This spring I am attending University in Oregon again, as I have done over the past few years. I couldn't be more excited. I just registered for all of my classes--I'm taking drawing, photography, digital arts, and a global environmental issues course. I'm feverishly looking forward to this last class, as I am oh-so curious about why the snow is disappearing. Although I have some ideas, I'd like to get to the bottom of the environmental problems we have created as a species, and to learn about how we can reverse and further prevent them. I want to ski until the day I die, and I am terribly frightened that this dream may be an impossibility with the way things are heading now.
While the world spins and teeters and heats, I am getting ready for my last World Cup race of the season. I love it here in Méribel--there is so much skiing to be had, so much exploring to be done. We have been here for 5 days, training and taking some time off. On Friday morning after training, Alice and I skied over to Courchevel and romped around there for a few hours--then our hotel manager Martin (#lemoyenne) took us for a tour of the 3 valleys via his ski plane! Which was rad....taking off and landing on the snow....on skis.... hah! Amazing. Yesterday morning we ventured to Val Thorens for some more free skiing. It seems like any time you peak over a crest, into the next valley, the mountains and skiing just go on forever--it is like an endless white dream that you can never reach the edge of. I heard a statistic that Les Trois Vallées has more skiing than the top ten U.S. ski resorts combined. Which sounds ridiculous, but after attempting to ski all of the terrain here, I easily believe it. It took all morning yesterday just to get over to Val Thorens and back, and we barely skied any of the runs. This area is simply incredible, with so much skiing to be had, gorgeous views, and a marvelous party scene ;)
The DH training runs start tomorrow, the DH race is on Wednesday, and the SG is on Thursday. Although I am a bit saddened that the season is almost over, I am somewhat relieved and ready for spring time. I love skiing without goals or plans, to wander on my skis freely and not feel the stress and pressure that the racing season puts on all of us. It will be nice to unpack my bags for a few months, to step into another pair of shoes, to take a few deep breaths and recoup. I will surely be ready for next season when it comes around--I'm sure I'll be ready after a few weeks of rest, as I easily get excited about skiing, especially after extended periods of time off snow. And I really do love racing--the high-energy, the competition, the risk, all of it. After racing here in Méribel, Stacey, Alice and I are heading to Chamonix to free ski for a few days before taking off for U.S. Nationals in Sugarloaf, Maine. I have never been to Mont Blanc in the winter, and I can't wait to free ski on some challenging terrain. The next couple of weeks are going to be a trip, and I'm already amid the craziness! Peace, love, and big, fluffy, cold-winter snow flakes.
I am now in Meribel, France at the World Cup Finals. As the spring creeps up on me, I am scrambling to finalize spring plans: signing up for classes, organizing spring camps, trying to fit in some ski days. This spring I am attending University in Oregon again, as I have done over the past few years. I couldn't be more excited. I just registered for all of my classes--I'm taking drawing, photography, digital arts, and a global environmental issues course. I'm feverishly looking forward to this last class, as I am oh-so curious about why the snow is disappearing. Although I have some ideas, I'd like to get to the bottom of the environmental problems we have created as a species, and to learn about how we can reverse and further prevent them. I want to ski until the day I die, and I am terribly frightened that this dream may be an impossibility with the way things are heading now.
While the world spins and teeters and heats, I am getting ready for my last World Cup race of the season. I love it here in Méribel--there is so much skiing to be had, so much exploring to be done. We have been here for 5 days, training and taking some time off. On Friday morning after training, Alice and I skied over to Courchevel and romped around there for a few hours--then our hotel manager Martin (#lemoyenne) took us for a tour of the 3 valleys via his ski plane! Which was rad....taking off and landing on the snow....on skis.... hah! Amazing. Yesterday morning we ventured to Val Thorens for some more free skiing. It seems like any time you peak over a crest, into the next valley, the mountains and skiing just go on forever--it is like an endless white dream that you can never reach the edge of. I heard a statistic that Les Trois Vallées has more skiing than the top ten U.S. ski resorts combined. Which sounds ridiculous, but after attempting to ski all of the terrain here, I easily believe it. It took all morning yesterday just to get over to Val Thorens and back, and we barely skied any of the runs. This area is simply incredible, with so much skiing to be had, gorgeous views, and a marvelous party scene ;)
The DH training runs start tomorrow, the DH race is on Wednesday, and the SG is on Thursday. Although I am a bit saddened that the season is almost over, I am somewhat relieved and ready for spring time. I love skiing without goals or plans, to wander on my skis freely and not feel the stress and pressure that the racing season puts on all of us. It will be nice to unpack my bags for a few months, to step into another pair of shoes, to take a few deep breaths and recoup. I will surely be ready for next season when it comes around--I'm sure I'll be ready after a few weeks of rest, as I easily get excited about skiing, especially after extended periods of time off snow. And I really do love racing--the high-energy, the competition, the risk, all of it. After racing here in Méribel, Stacey, Alice and I are heading to Chamonix to free ski for a few days before taking off for U.S. Nationals in Sugarloaf, Maine. I have never been to Mont Blanc in the winter, and I can't wait to free ski on some challenging terrain. The next couple of weeks are going to be a trip, and I'm already amid the craziness! Peace, love, and big, fluffy, cold-winter snow flakes.
the Meribel speed course from our ski plane :)
BACK AND FORTH
Arriving here in Garmisch kind of felt like coming home. Beaver Creek was so intense--high energy, high stress, high altitude... and then it was off to Puerto Rico. Stacey and I took off straight from World Champs. We opted out of a trip home, and instead decided to take a little ocean-vacation, which is always refreshing in the middle of the ski season. We were in PR for a week, and managed to have countless adventures, soak up some sun, and play in the ocean every day during our stay. Read more about it, and see many many photographs here, on my blog.
From Puerto Rico we flew straight over to Europe and spent 5 days training around Dorfgastein, one of our Austrian bases for this season. After training in Hintereit (basing out of Dorfgastein) we flew over to Bulgaria. I was looking so forward to this years' trip to Bansko, as I remembered that town and course with great fondness. Not only was I excited to get on that hill again, but I was itching to return to the antique shops where the cameras are plentiful :)
From Puerto Rico we flew straight over to Europe and spent 5 days training around Dorfgastein, one of our Austrian bases for this season. After training in Hintereit (basing out of Dorfgastein) we flew over to Bulgaria. I was looking so forward to this years' trip to Bansko, as I remembered that town and course with great fondness. Not only was I excited to get on that hill again, but I was itching to return to the antique shops where the cameras are plentiful :)
As it turned out, the antique shopping was better than the skiing. For some reason Mother Nature decided to hex us with mass amounts of extremely thick and unrelenting fog. Unfortunately, the fog was so heavy that it proceeded to rot the snow (which was quite icy when we first arrived), and then the snow became another issue. Anyhow, we finally managed to get a few races off--a Super Combined on Sunday, and a Super-G on Monday--and get out of there unscathed.
After a bit of travel (and some adventuring to Neuschwanstein!), we finally arrived in Garmisch last night. It feels good to be back here...this is one of the classic hills that we return to every year, and something about having the American Army base here makes it feel more like home--there are always American fans in the stands, which is comforting and unusual for racing in Europe. I am excited to get on the hill for a training run tomorrow, and even more excited to race Downhill again!!!
See below for a few more photos from Bansko, and be sure to check out my blog as I just updated with tons of photos and words ;)
See below for a few more photos from Bansko, and be sure to check out my blog as I just updated with tons of photos and words ;)
the magician Ales in his ski room doing yoga between brushes
something Bulgarian
ski room containers
wall of rings and light outside of our hotel in Bansko
IT'S HERE
1 days, 3 hours and 54 minutes. That's what the banner outside my hotel says; that's when World Championships starts. It's exciting, nerve-racking, and comforting to have this event here in our home country, and it's going to be a tough challenge to step up to. The hill is fo reals. That thing does not mess around. It is relentless. And I'm going to start sending myself down it tomorrow. Wahoo!
It's been a while since I've updated, but I just wrote a blog post for T2, so stay tuned for that. You will find it here sometime over the next week. For now, I'm going to throw it back to a few photos I took this fall in Utah. Find those under my "Yumminess-->Photographs" tab at the top of this page. Or simply click here. I'll add more as the days progress.
Keep checking in, as I have written some serious thoughts on skiing, presence, and risk and will be posting them, along with photos, on my blog very soon.
For now, cheer as loud as you can--we can hear you here in Colorado :)
It's been a while since I've updated, but I just wrote a blog post for T2, so stay tuned for that. You will find it here sometime over the next week. For now, I'm going to throw it back to a few photos I took this fall in Utah. Find those under my "Yumminess-->Photographs" tab at the top of this page. Or simply click here. I'll add more as the days progress.
Keep checking in, as I have written some serious thoughts on skiing, presence, and risk and will be posting them, along with photos, on my blog very soon.
For now, cheer as loud as you can--we can hear you here in Colorado :)
JUST WORDS
Because I have had my film camera lately, and haven't had the chance to get my film developed. When you shoot with black and white film, or any film with an ISO speed under 400, you have to get it developed at a photo lab that takes special film (which is now considered old-school, outdated), which you can usually only find in a relatively large city. So I have to either take my film to Portland, or send it to a photo lab in Salt Lake City (because I like their work--Nichol's Photo Lab). Anyhow! I only have iPhone photos from the last few weeks, which I have a hard time blowing up to blog-size images because of their seemingly unworthy computer-sized quality. But I will write some words on where my physical being and inner mind have traveled of late.
If you're looking for some new-age entertainment, I put together a video for Reusch, our glove sponsor, and released it on the day after X-mas. You can find that under my 'Yumminess--Videos' tab, or simply click here.
We dubbed ourselves the "Speed Unicorns" because we thought it was simultaneously stupid, awesome, and silly. "We" are Leanne Smith, Alice McKennis, Stacey Cook, Jacqueline Wiles, and myself. Please watch the video! It's the first one I've created in a few years, but it felt good to work with Final Cut Pro again. I had familiarized myself with the program relatively thoroughly a few years ago, but decided to focus my attention on other things over the last few years (music, art)...so it took a few days to get back in the groove.
Since the last time I updated, I raced in the DH and Super-G in Val d'Isere, France. The DH didn't go as planned--although I was speedy on the upper part of the course, I forgot my inner-ninja on the lower section and ended up in the fence. Alas! I emerged with out even one scratch on my face. I skied off with some bumps and bruises, sore but not disheartened. Although, I did break a pair of particularly fast skis that my technician Aleš had worked so hard on. That was certainly the most regrettable part of my day. Fortunately I have another pair that I can race on! And I gathered the strength and courage to race in the Super-G the next day, which went relatively well considering what happened the day before.
I traveled to Canmore, Alberta for X-mas with my family, which was gorgeous (as usual) and grounding. There is something about being in those vast Canadian Rockies that makes me feel so minuscule, humbled, and present. Although it can be a bit depressing--feeling small and unimportant almost opens me up, empties me, helps me to feel alive, real, and to live where I am in this moment right now. To understand that the mountains move, too, creates a sense of continuity, of connectedness and flow. Maybe I have no significant role in this world, but neither does a single fleck of dust, a skipping stone, a river boulder, a mountain. As a whole we create this space and time which we call here and now, we are all a part of the turning and jostling and whirling of this silly sphere. Somehow, although it will all be gone someday, I can feel like I am contributing something, like I am a part of something more tremendous, like what I ever hold in my hands at any single moment was once a part of another being--be it star, spider, seahorse, sisters of my greatest grand-parents. Maybe it sounds cliché and nonsensical, but the mountains are the explanation to my existence, what make me feel alive and grounded, the jelly to my peanut-butter.
Well that's enough mumbo-jumbo for now. After my life-changing (heh) trip to Canada, I returned home to Bend, OR for a few days before taking off for four grueling days of training on the World Champs hill in Beaver Creek. Our time there was incredibly productive--challenging and merry, snowy and American. It was great to have a short camp in the States before returning here to Europe for another 3 weeks of traveling and racing. So refreshing, like a Mimosa by a bonfire, or a PBR on a cold, snowy evening. But nothing lasts forever (the Tetons grow, on average, 1 cm per year! but most mountains are shrinking, due to erosion. the Tetons are young ;) and active) and now I'm back here in Austria.
I am sitting in my adorable little cabin, talking with Jackie about mountain growth and listening to the gentle rain pitter-patter on my tin roof. Although this sound is often comforting and allows me to breathe deeply, it is a bit worrisome considering the fact that we are supposed to race Downhill tomorrow. There is already not much snow out on the hill here in Bad Kleinkircheim, and this water certainly is not helping. But all I can do is hope for the best, let the sounds lull me to sleep, and hope the jet-lag doesn't interfere.
We'll see what I open my window to in the morning.
If you're looking for some new-age entertainment, I put together a video for Reusch, our glove sponsor, and released it on the day after X-mas. You can find that under my 'Yumminess--Videos' tab, or simply click here.
We dubbed ourselves the "Speed Unicorns" because we thought it was simultaneously stupid, awesome, and silly. "We" are Leanne Smith, Alice McKennis, Stacey Cook, Jacqueline Wiles, and myself. Please watch the video! It's the first one I've created in a few years, but it felt good to work with Final Cut Pro again. I had familiarized myself with the program relatively thoroughly a few years ago, but decided to focus my attention on other things over the last few years (music, art)...so it took a few days to get back in the groove.
Since the last time I updated, I raced in the DH and Super-G in Val d'Isere, France. The DH didn't go as planned--although I was speedy on the upper part of the course, I forgot my inner-ninja on the lower section and ended up in the fence. Alas! I emerged with out even one scratch on my face. I skied off with some bumps and bruises, sore but not disheartened. Although, I did break a pair of particularly fast skis that my technician Aleš had worked so hard on. That was certainly the most regrettable part of my day. Fortunately I have another pair that I can race on! And I gathered the strength and courage to race in the Super-G the next day, which went relatively well considering what happened the day before.
I traveled to Canmore, Alberta for X-mas with my family, which was gorgeous (as usual) and grounding. There is something about being in those vast Canadian Rockies that makes me feel so minuscule, humbled, and present. Although it can be a bit depressing--feeling small and unimportant almost opens me up, empties me, helps me to feel alive, real, and to live where I am in this moment right now. To understand that the mountains move, too, creates a sense of continuity, of connectedness and flow. Maybe I have no significant role in this world, but neither does a single fleck of dust, a skipping stone, a river boulder, a mountain. As a whole we create this space and time which we call here and now, we are all a part of the turning and jostling and whirling of this silly sphere. Somehow, although it will all be gone someday, I can feel like I am contributing something, like I am a part of something more tremendous, like what I ever hold in my hands at any single moment was once a part of another being--be it star, spider, seahorse, sisters of my greatest grand-parents. Maybe it sounds cliché and nonsensical, but the mountains are the explanation to my existence, what make me feel alive and grounded, the jelly to my peanut-butter.
Well that's enough mumbo-jumbo for now. After my life-changing (heh) trip to Canada, I returned home to Bend, OR for a few days before taking off for four grueling days of training on the World Champs hill in Beaver Creek. Our time there was incredibly productive--challenging and merry, snowy and American. It was great to have a short camp in the States before returning here to Europe for another 3 weeks of traveling and racing. So refreshing, like a Mimosa by a bonfire, or a PBR on a cold, snowy evening. But nothing lasts forever (the Tetons grow, on average, 1 cm per year! but most mountains are shrinking, due to erosion. the Tetons are young ;) and active) and now I'm back here in Austria.
I am sitting in my adorable little cabin, talking with Jackie about mountain growth and listening to the gentle rain pitter-patter on my tin roof. Although this sound is often comforting and allows me to breathe deeply, it is a bit worrisome considering the fact that we are supposed to race Downhill tomorrow. There is already not much snow out on the hill here in Bad Kleinkircheim, and this water certainly is not helping. But all I can do is hope for the best, let the sounds lull me to sleep, and hope the jet-lag doesn't interfere.
We'll see what I open my window to in the morning.
VIVE LA FRANCE
Actually, that's Lake Louise (above). heh. But I am currently in France! I got to Val d'Isere late on Tuesday night, and have been watching the snow fall lightly since then. Although there is an apparent lack of snow on the mountain, it is beautiful in town and seems to be wintry/Christmasy enough here. But for now I'll touch a bit on Lake Louise and then return to my present place of existence.
riding the chair with these babes on our second day of training in Lake Louise (Stacey Cook, Alice McKennis, myself, and Katie Ryan)
Lake Louise was a crazy whirlwind, a blast, a pleasant surprise, a peachy lesson. I came into the first race with not much of an idea of how fast I was going to be this year--although I had won a Super-G FIS race just prior to the season opener in Lake Louise, I was unsure of where I was going to stack up against the World Cup field. It is always hard for me to know, because I am typically quite fast in training all summer, even when skiing with other World Cup teams. I can be one of the fastest girls on the course for the expanse of our summer training, but when it comes to racing I don't always ski up to my abilities. So after the first race run in Lake Louise (I just barely missed the podium, and ended up 4th!), I knew I had the capacity to compete with the fastest girls in the world. That was the boost of confidence that I needed, and I carried it over into the second day of DH, when I placed 6th. While skiing down the course on the second Downhill day, I had a bad feeling on my skis--I knew I was in the back seat, and although I was carrying my speed well, I had the sensation of simply surviving the whole way down. I know that if I can ski aggressively and in a good position, I can be really fast and competitive in World Cup speed races this year. So I am taking that into this weekend, and the rest of the season.....
getting silly with the frisbee
a new way of inspecting....
After racing in Lake Louise we immediately set off for Beaver Creek. We spent 3 days on the Birds of Prey training Super-G and Downhill with the men. It was intense. It was icy. It was fast. It was steep. It was frightening. But it actually turned out to be quite enjoyable. We took it easy and started a bit lower than the men (thank goodness). Although we won't be racing on that hill for the World Championship races in February, it was wonderful to ski on the Colorado snow, get used to the steep terrain, and feel what the boys feel when they run the Birds of Prey course!
training on the Birds of Prey--yes, I wore my pants for the first two runs! thanks to Jonathan Selkowitz for the photo!
After getting a little wind in my face, I got to return home to Oregon for a few days of rest before flying over here to France. It was lovely to be home, albeit for a short 3 days. I hope when I return next there is a bit more snow on the mountain...
But, for now, I am here. Val d'Isere, France is one of my favorite places to race. The course is fun, the town is gorgeous, the crêpes delicious, and the free skiing has been some of the best I've ever had. Unfortunately our first training run was canceled today, so we're all holed up inside our hotel, waiting for the fog to clear and crossing our fingers that they'll pull this thing off. Apparently the lack of snow here is consistent throughout the whole of this continent. There is a very shallow layer of hollow, bally snow between the grass and the few inches of new snow that has fallen over the last 24 hours. Supposedly there are rocks on our course. It doesn't sound too positive, but I'm remaining optimistic and hopeful, as I am craving to get back in the start gate. So send your positive vibes, do a snow dance, and cross your fingers, eyes, toes, arms, and legs for us!
Until next time.... be well, enjoy the Holidays, and celebrate a new year coming.
But, for now, I am here. Val d'Isere, France is one of my favorite places to race. The course is fun, the town is gorgeous, the crêpes delicious, and the free skiing has been some of the best I've ever had. Unfortunately our first training run was canceled today, so we're all holed up inside our hotel, waiting for the fog to clear and crossing our fingers that they'll pull this thing off. Apparently the lack of snow here is consistent throughout the whole of this continent. There is a very shallow layer of hollow, bally snow between the grass and the few inches of new snow that has fallen over the last 24 hours. Supposedly there are rocks on our course. It doesn't sound too positive, but I'm remaining optimistic and hopeful, as I am craving to get back in the start gate. So send your positive vibes, do a snow dance, and cross your fingers, eyes, toes, arms, and legs for us!
Until next time.... be well, enjoy the Holidays, and celebrate a new year coming.
PERPSECTIVES
I am here in Copper, Colorado, still training and prepping for Lake Louise. The weather has been incredibly wintery over the last 10 days since I've returned from California....and it's so blissful. I love the peaceful feeling of the snow falling gently (or whipping harshly) against the rooftops and brushing my nose. There is plenty of snow here now; it is a different world compared to that which we arrived in 3 weeks ago--brown fields and snowless mountains. There was no snow to be seen at the base of Copper, and now there are excessive amounts. Although the snow is not particularly hard or superb for training, I must admit I enjoy the snowy environment much more than the bleak, brown one we were in a few weeks ago (despite the high-quality training).
On Wednesday after training I head back to Oregon for a few days before taking off to Lake Louise. The race season is approaching quickly, and I am getting anxious, nervous, excited, jittery. I'm afraid and feverish to get in the gate and see what I can accomplish this season. I have been working so hard all summer on preparing my body and mind for the work/play I will face this winter. Many long hours have I spent in the gym, lifting colorful weights, putting myself in silly positions, building my muscles to a bulky, ridiculous size. Hopefully it will pay off--at least I know I have no regrets.
When I was in Park City this summer I snapped some photographs with my film camera in the Center of Excellence. I have always been interested in negotiating an alternative perspective from which to view the gym life. It is insane to think of how much time I spend in the gym, and I wanted to gain some respect for the equipment I use everyday, and show myself (and you) how to see things differently. So I will post some of these film takes under my 'photographs' section (in the 'yumminess' tab). I have been taking more film photos throughout the summer and fall that I will post as well. You can also find some of these on my Instagram ( lalalaurenne ) and under the hashtags #coefilmtakes #negotiatingexcellence and #laurennesfilmeye please ENJOY. (samples above and below)
On Wednesday after training I head back to Oregon for a few days before taking off to Lake Louise. The race season is approaching quickly, and I am getting anxious, nervous, excited, jittery. I'm afraid and feverish to get in the gate and see what I can accomplish this season. I have been working so hard all summer on preparing my body and mind for the work/play I will face this winter. Many long hours have I spent in the gym, lifting colorful weights, putting myself in silly positions, building my muscles to a bulky, ridiculous size. Hopefully it will pay off--at least I know I have no regrets.
When I was in Park City this summer I snapped some photographs with my film camera in the Center of Excellence. I have always been interested in negotiating an alternative perspective from which to view the gym life. It is insane to think of how much time I spend in the gym, and I wanted to gain some respect for the equipment I use everyday, and show myself (and you) how to see things differently. So I will post some of these film takes under my 'photographs' section (in the 'yumminess' tab). I have been taking more film photos throughout the summer and fall that I will post as well. You can also find some of these on my Instagram ( lalalaurenne ) and under the hashtags #coefilmtakes #negotiatingexcellence and #laurennesfilmeye please ENJOY. (samples above and below)
ARRIVAL / DEPARTURE / SWITZERLAND
photo cred: Mike Arzt // The Public Works
Why does time seem to progress so impossibly rapidly when you use it up like it's fictitious? Like you know somebody just needed to put a number to a theory and you have to live by it because it's representational for every other human. Sometimes I wonder if my dog keeps track of the days, of the years, of minutes and seconds. Is she thinking, "oh shit, the sun is going down, which means I won't be going out to play any more today... and also I forgot to fluff my bed this morning... and do those other chores... and now I'm a day older and... oh I'm going to have to pay for this." Meanwhile I'm realizing I haven't blogged in a month, I forgot to call my Grandma in October, forgot to get my sprinklers blown out, to see my financial advisor, to get that 6th skein of yarn my knitting pattern called for and now. now I'm screwed. I'm going to have to use a different color than I anticipated and that is just plain catastrophic. I may not make it home until March, I only have enough (of my favorite Oregon) tea for 45 days, I have bought/made zero Christmas presents, I don't even have plans for them, and I forgot my passport in my bedroom.
But then I go back and think about my dog. About how she doesn't care if she'll have a ball thrown for her again today, or if her bed is perfectly made--she only knows she wants to cuddle right here right now no matter what or with whom, and it doesn't care who walks through the door she is ECSTATIC to see them. Which is somehow refreshing. Because then I realize that my sweater will just be more colorful than I planned, my tea and Christmas presents more exotic, and my blog posts more in depth.
Perhaps that's not what you fancy from a blogger--once-a-month-overwhelmingly-loaded-with-photos posts. But that's me, because I'm a procrastinator (in this way probably more than any other), and I'd rather be where I am than talk about where I was. One of the only reasons I convince myself to maintain my website is because it is an excuse go through old photos. I can step back into that spot I was standing last month, last year, when I was 18, and see what I saw through the lens. Smells, tastes, feelings, thoughts, hunger that I was experiencing at the time flood back and rip through my bloodstream, twist my nerves and tickle my longing and that is why I blog. That is why I take photos. That is why I write. Well, other than the fact that I feel writing is the only way to accurately express myself. And since I've had to talk myself into being in front of this computer, to compile photos and stream together some arbitrary words, and since you've already read up to this point....you might as well check out my blog (<--- click there) to see some photos, read about what I'm up to, where I've been, and what I'm thinking about what I thought.
For now, I'm in Copper, CO, doing many-a-snow-dance and training on two silly strips of man-made snow. They are quite nice strips, I must say. Narrow and compacted, wintery and white, with not too many rocks to speak of. Today was my 3rd day on snow, and we have been training GS every morning. There is not much speed training to speak of here in Colorado right now, but it is starting to cool down and there is apparently a mass amount of snow in the forecast next week... HALLELUJAH. I hope and pray and sing to the forecast's truth.
But for now I'll just have to remember what the falling snow looks and feels like, and take advantage of some gate-hunting on the man-made strips we have available.
But then I go back and think about my dog. About how she doesn't care if she'll have a ball thrown for her again today, or if her bed is perfectly made--she only knows she wants to cuddle right here right now no matter what or with whom, and it doesn't care who walks through the door she is ECSTATIC to see them. Which is somehow refreshing. Because then I realize that my sweater will just be more colorful than I planned, my tea and Christmas presents more exotic, and my blog posts more in depth.
Perhaps that's not what you fancy from a blogger--once-a-month-overwhelmingly-loaded-with-photos posts. But that's me, because I'm a procrastinator (in this way probably more than any other), and I'd rather be where I am than talk about where I was. One of the only reasons I convince myself to maintain my website is because it is an excuse go through old photos. I can step back into that spot I was standing last month, last year, when I was 18, and see what I saw through the lens. Smells, tastes, feelings, thoughts, hunger that I was experiencing at the time flood back and rip through my bloodstream, twist my nerves and tickle my longing and that is why I blog. That is why I take photos. That is why I write. Well, other than the fact that I feel writing is the only way to accurately express myself. And since I've had to talk myself into being in front of this computer, to compile photos and stream together some arbitrary words, and since you've already read up to this point....you might as well check out my blog (<--- click there) to see some photos, read about what I'm up to, where I've been, and what I'm thinking about what I thought.
For now, I'm in Copper, CO, doing many-a-snow-dance and training on two silly strips of man-made snow. They are quite nice strips, I must say. Narrow and compacted, wintery and white, with not too many rocks to speak of. Today was my 3rd day on snow, and we have been training GS every morning. There is not much speed training to speak of here in Colorado right now, but it is starting to cool down and there is apparently a mass amount of snow in the forecast next week... HALLELUJAH. I hope and pray and sing to the forecast's truth.
But for now I'll just have to remember what the falling snow looks and feels like, and take advantage of some gate-hunting on the man-made strips we have available.
(a film shot in Park City-- see see see my BLOG for more photographs and writing)
LIFE. FINALLY.
Actually, I'm in Zermatt, Switzerland now. But it has been forever since I have updated, blogged, etc. so here I am, taking a day off and catching up with my technological/social-media life. Since arriving home from New Zealand, I have been insanely busy--building a paver patio in my back-yard with Leanne and Dustin, prepping for Dana's--my high-school bestie's--wedding (I was a bridesmaid and played violin/sang in the ceremony), taking a getaway on the Oregon coast, and packing for my trip here in Switzerland.
So I'm decisively revisiting my blogging life. First and foremost I want to post some pictures and thoughts on New Zealand. Check those out here, on my blog (or see tabs above, under Home).
Since New Zealand I have been up to a bit of craziness. I spent ten days building a paver patio in my back-yard. The results of which look like this!
So I'm decisively revisiting my blogging life. First and foremost I want to post some pictures and thoughts on New Zealand. Check those out here, on my blog (or see tabs above, under Home).
Since New Zealand I have been up to a bit of craziness. I spent ten days building a paver patio in my back-yard. The results of which look like this!
I also got myself a new tattoo ;0
the three sisters in Alberta on the left and the Oregon three sisters on the right
Although I had little time to myself at home, I managed to escape from the madness for a few days and enjoy some surf in Newport with a few friends.
Although I had little time to myself at home, I managed to escape from the madness for a few days and enjoy some surf in Newport with a few friends.
I also got to climb a bit out at Smith, which was nice. And go cliff jumping at Steelhead falls!
But now I'm back in the zone. Practicing my turns, my focus, and soaking up the Swiss-alp scenery, fondue, and glacial snow. It feels good to be back on my skis--every day I become a better skier; learning more about my equipment, my balance (in all senses of the term), my zeal and myself. More on that later. For now, check out New Zealand from my eyes and mind--pictures, words, love.
The Matterhorn!
UTAH // UPDATE
I made it through. Attending school is something I look forward to every single year--but by the end of the spring term I become so sleep deprived and my brain so full of information that I yearn to just take a nap, to go to the gym and not think about my art projects and due dates while lifting weights, and to actually have a social life. Now the spring term is over and I'm in Park City, Utah. I am inspired by many of the things I learned this term, and I'm thrilled to have some time to do projects of my own. And to play music. Mostly I'm so happy to be able to just sit down and play some music.
As it is, I am going to start posting some videos of music again. I have just uploaded the first one to Vimeo, and will begin working on more as soon as I get used to the guitar in my hands again. Click here to check it out...more to come!
A brief update on school: I took a ceramics class, 3d studio art, social psychology, and an art studies class. It was a great combination of courses, but having 2 studio classes was tough. My art studies class was interesting in the sense that I learned how to really look at art under a different light. We had a weekly presentation given by many of the art professors at U of O on their personal work, so it was really wonderful to see all of the amazing art creation that is happening around UO.
My ceramics class was probably my favorite. I went above and beyond all of the requirements because I was just so intrigued by the process of working with clay. Beginning with a hunk of wet clay and ending with a beautifully fired piece is such an unbelievable process. It is nearly impossible for the final product to come out as you first envisioned it, but that was something about ceramics that I loved so much. We did a pinched project, we did slab-building, coil-building, sculpture forms, functional forms, wheel-throwing, glazing, raku-firing, SO MANY wonderful processes that I can't wait to learn more about in the future... I took a bunch of pictures of my work, so perhaps I'll post a few of those soon.
My Social Psychology class was so incredibly relevant to my everyday life--I kept referring back to facts that I learned in psychology when observing everyday events. I'm sure it was annoying for the people around me, but it really made me understand the world as a different place.
And my 3d studio art class was really fascinating as well. My favorite part was working in the wood shop--for my final project I built these triangular prisms out of wood and covered them with fabric. Here are a few photos of them in Hendrix Park:
As it is, I am going to start posting some videos of music again. I have just uploaded the first one to Vimeo, and will begin working on more as soon as I get used to the guitar in my hands again. Click here to check it out...more to come!
A brief update on school: I took a ceramics class, 3d studio art, social psychology, and an art studies class. It was a great combination of courses, but having 2 studio classes was tough. My art studies class was interesting in the sense that I learned how to really look at art under a different light. We had a weekly presentation given by many of the art professors at U of O on their personal work, so it was really wonderful to see all of the amazing art creation that is happening around UO.
My ceramics class was probably my favorite. I went above and beyond all of the requirements because I was just so intrigued by the process of working with clay. Beginning with a hunk of wet clay and ending with a beautifully fired piece is such an unbelievable process. It is nearly impossible for the final product to come out as you first envisioned it, but that was something about ceramics that I loved so much. We did a pinched project, we did slab-building, coil-building, sculpture forms, functional forms, wheel-throwing, glazing, raku-firing, SO MANY wonderful processes that I can't wait to learn more about in the future... I took a bunch of pictures of my work, so perhaps I'll post a few of those soon.
My Social Psychology class was so incredibly relevant to my everyday life--I kept referring back to facts that I learned in psychology when observing everyday events. I'm sure it was annoying for the people around me, but it really made me understand the world as a different place.
And my 3d studio art class was really fascinating as well. My favorite part was working in the wood shop--for my final project I built these triangular prisms out of wood and covered them with fabric. Here are a few photos of them in Hendrix Park:
Getting all of the miter angles to work together was insanely difficult...I went through a lot of time-consuming trial and error. Yikes. But they turned out pretty and silly...Allana (my older sister) already started using them as awkward dice.
Well, that's it for now. Instead of posting more words, I am going to work on my projects and post videos/pictures every so-often. So stay tuned for more.... and happy summer!!!
Well, that's it for now. Instead of posting more words, I am going to work on my projects and post videos/pictures every so-often. So stay tuned for more.... and happy summer!!!
SPRING MADNESS
It has been an insane ski season. I have been so to many places, mentally and physically, through so many lows, a few highs, and lots of in-betweens. I'm glad it's over, and I'm really looking forward to next season--I'm already hungry and ready for the prep period. I have some things to work on in my skiing, and I anticipate stepping up to that challenge with zest and an open mind. But for now, it's spring time...
Which means it's me time. I am attending the spring semester at the University of Oregon in Eugene--I just started on Monday and I've already missed half of my classes! But with good reason...I am in Washington, D.C., immersing myself back in the Olympic scene and (ahem) meeting the President. Yup. I met Barrack and Michelle Obama today. That was a pretty neat experience. I got to tour around the White House and explore the government scene--something seemingly very distant from what I do. But it was interesting to make some connections that I hadn't previously realized existed between my self, my sport, and my governing body. NEAT!
As for school...I am so happy to be back in that environment! It's so wonderful to just turn a page and be able to lead a completely different life from what I lead the rest of the year. At the same time, it's quite a shock to my brain that I haven't received in a while, and can be a bit overwhelming. It is certainly teaching me time-management and how to open up and think critically again. I love it. BAH!
More on all of this later....stay tuned for a blog post soon! For now, check out my Shred with Laurenne camp by clicking on the purple link! I am hosting another camp at Bachelor next weekend, and there are only 12 spots available, so hurry and sign up! I will set a GS course in the morning for training, but there will definitely be some free-skiing as well. Basically, what we do, where we ski, how we ski (one-ski, anyone?) is totally up to you, the campers.
See you next weekend!
As for school...I am so happy to be back in that environment! It's so wonderful to just turn a page and be able to lead a completely different life from what I lead the rest of the year. At the same time, it's quite a shock to my brain that I haven't received in a while, and can be a bit overwhelming. It is certainly teaching me time-management and how to open up and think critically again. I love it. BAH!
More on all of this later....stay tuned for a blog post soon! For now, check out my Shred with Laurenne camp by clicking on the purple link! I am hosting another camp at Bachelor next weekend, and there are only 12 spots available, so hurry and sign up! I will set a GS course in the morning for training, but there will definitely be some free-skiing as well. Basically, what we do, where we ski, how we ski (one-ski, anyone?) is totally up to you, the campers.
See you next weekend!
CRANS MONTANA
So I guess it's all over now. The Olympics flew by--I soaked it up and drank it in and then... it was gone. Just like that. I guess I was thirsty. But I definitely got some vitamin D! Read more here.
But now I'm here in Crans Montana, Switzerland! We came here to race in a World Cup 4 years ago...but now we're on a totally new hill. Which is awesome. I love learning new courses, and it's all the better when every racer has to learn a course for the first time. It makes the first training run exciting! And that's tomorrow.... so here we go....
I got to go back to the states for a few days after Sochi. It was impossibly beautiful. I elected not to return to Bend, as I wanted to avoid the real world: obligations, appointments, bills, etc. So I stayed in San Francisco/Bodega Bay/Oakland/Santa Rosa. I got to surf, learn to kite (didn't quite get to the board part), go to a Phantogram concert, and explore. It was nice to feel a touch of warmth and the approach of spring...I'm looking forward to the grasses greening, birds chirping, and going to learn some things at University. I plan on taking classes at UO this spring, and couldn't be more thrilled. Learning and growing and not sleeping and writing writing so much writing. I can't wait.
But for now, I am here in Switzerland. It is a gorgeous place, surrounded by vast mountain ranges. Unfortunately there isn't much snow here this year...but it looks like the race hill is prepared well so I look forward to getting on that thing tomorrow! This life, this crazy crazy life, I am in it again. So now I submerge. love and peace.
But now I'm here in Crans Montana, Switzerland! We came here to race in a World Cup 4 years ago...but now we're on a totally new hill. Which is awesome. I love learning new courses, and it's all the better when every racer has to learn a course for the first time. It makes the first training run exciting! And that's tomorrow.... so here we go....
I got to go back to the states for a few days after Sochi. It was impossibly beautiful. I elected not to return to Bend, as I wanted to avoid the real world: obligations, appointments, bills, etc. So I stayed in San Francisco/Bodega Bay/Oakland/Santa Rosa. I got to surf, learn to kite (didn't quite get to the board part), go to a Phantogram concert, and explore. It was nice to feel a touch of warmth and the approach of spring...I'm looking forward to the grasses greening, birds chirping, and going to learn some things at University. I plan on taking classes at UO this spring, and couldn't be more thrilled. Learning and growing and not sleeping and writing writing so much writing. I can't wait.
But for now, I am here in Switzerland. It is a gorgeous place, surrounded by vast mountain ranges. Unfortunately there isn't much snow here this year...but it looks like the race hill is prepared well so I look forward to getting on that thing tomorrow! This life, this crazy crazy life, I am in it again. So now I submerge. love and peace.
SOCHI 2014
Check out my blog to keep up with me while I'm in Sochi. I found an app so I can update my blog on my handy-dandy cellular telephone! I'll try to update with pictures and words daily. Send your fast and positive vibes my way while you're at it :)
SOCHI BOUND...
So it's official. I am heading to the Olympics. I'm now on the road to Sochi, getting prepared both physically and mentally for a crazy ride of my life. I'm currently in Reinswald, Italy at a short training camp before we head to Munich tomorrow for processing. We're staying at this beautiful hotel called Bad Schörgau--it is the perfect place to relax and get ready for the whirlwind that will occur over the next few weeks. There is a beautiful spa: saunas, pools, hot-tubs, relaxation rooms. The food is absolutely astounding--my taste-buds and mind have literally been blown away every single day. The training was great for two days, but then it started to snow. Hard. And it hasn't yet ceased... so we've been doing a little adventuring and a whole lot of nothing. Yesterday we drove down to Bolzano to get a workout in, and on our way back up we stopped at Runkelstein Castle. Neat!
I will be updating my webpage over the next few weeks of Olympic adventures. Keep checking in for photos and more! I will also be updating my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Hurrah! USA!!!
I will be updating my webpage over the next few weeks of Olympic adventures. Keep checking in for photos and more! I will also be updating my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Hurrah! USA!!!
CORTINA, ITALY
Here I am again. Among the beautiful Dolomites, draped in snowy white, jutting rocky peaks. It's different every time, whether because of the weather, the skies, the hotel, or my mind. Currently, I'm noticing those mental differences. I'm not sure if they're due to my inner state, my phase, my skiing, my perceptions and understandings or perhaps all of the above. I've taken advantage of skiing so fast over the last few years, building up my technique and confidence, understanding what it is to ski fast, understanding what it is to ski slow.
But never have I had a season like this one.... My best World Cup result this year is 20th. I haven't scored a single point in Super-G. I come through the finish and look up often dumbfounded. I'm working as hard as ever, stronger than ever, putting everything I have into this, and it's not quite coming back. I haven't been sleeping well, I'm feeling it in my blood and in my bones, and I'm running out of patience. It's a thin line that I'm walking, with the Olympic team selections approaching on Sunday--I basically have the next three days to perform.
It's amazing how positive and playful I have remained through all of this, how trusting and open I have managed to be. I am proud of myself, and humiliated at the same time. I'm figuring things out, and then they're falling apart at my feet. If anything, I'm learning to be modest and growing to be grounded. I've always known I was impatient, but now I'm testing myself and, if nothing grand or monumental, I'm getting to know myself.
Aside from skiing, I've been playing/writing music: on my guitar and on my Push (check it out). I've been cross-country skiing with my teammates and reading a lot, journaling, and watching Downton Abbey, my current fave. I'm staying happy, as I know that doesn't come from results, but I'm certainly fighting for it and learning how to dig deep to cultivate it. Though it's not the best time of my life, I'm growing because of it.
Check out my blog for some recent photos.
But never have I had a season like this one.... My best World Cup result this year is 20th. I haven't scored a single point in Super-G. I come through the finish and look up often dumbfounded. I'm working as hard as ever, stronger than ever, putting everything I have into this, and it's not quite coming back. I haven't been sleeping well, I'm feeling it in my blood and in my bones, and I'm running out of patience. It's a thin line that I'm walking, with the Olympic team selections approaching on Sunday--I basically have the next three days to perform.
It's amazing how positive and playful I have remained through all of this, how trusting and open I have managed to be. I am proud of myself, and humiliated at the same time. I'm figuring things out, and then they're falling apart at my feet. If anything, I'm learning to be modest and growing to be grounded. I've always known I was impatient, but now I'm testing myself and, if nothing grand or monumental, I'm getting to know myself.
Aside from skiing, I've been playing/writing music: on my guitar and on my Push (check it out). I've been cross-country skiing with my teammates and reading a lot, journaling, and watching Downton Abbey, my current fave. I'm staying happy, as I know that doesn't come from results, but I'm certainly fighting for it and learning how to dig deep to cultivate it. Though it's not the best time of my life, I'm growing because of it.
Check out my blog for some recent photos.
SKIS OFF, HOMEWARD BOUND
It has been a lengthy, grueling, and somewhat painful opening of my ski season. I have been struggling to figure out a comfortable setup on snow that I have not yet skied on with my new equipment (until the World Cup races in Beaver Creek). But it is slowly coming together and despite the struggles I have thus far endured this winter I somehow feel happy and hopeful.
I'm heading to Canada now for X-mas with the family. It will be a very short break, and then it's back to Europe for some training before Zauchensee.
I haven't been taking many photographs this year (my camera phone does the trick!), but what I have shot I will post soon. For now I have basically written a journal entry...check out my blog on star dust, existence, and hope. Happy Christmas and very cheery Holidays.
love is in the air.
I'm heading to Canada now for X-mas with the family. It will be a very short break, and then it's back to Europe for some training before Zauchensee.
I haven't been taking many photographs this year (my camera phone does the trick!), but what I have shot I will post soon. For now I have basically written a journal entry...check out my blog on star dust, existence, and hope. Happy Christmas and very cheery Holidays.
love is in the air.
BEAVER CREEK
Here I am. First race of the year... I am excited, nervous, ready. Anxious for the race season to begin. I have recently realized that I'm getting sick of training. Run after run. Time after time. Tweaking equipment. Tweaking technique. Tweaking mindsets. I'm ready to forget everything and just ski.
Training takes a lot of thinking, preparing, changing. Racing just takes knowing. Belief that you have prepared. Confidence in your skills. Calm in your intellect. Although it's incredibly difficult to realize and maintain the right mindset, the fast mindset, when you find it it feels right. It feels easy and fluid. It's just a matter of getting there....and I am looking forward to stepping up to that challenge this season and discovering my potential. In all aspects. Whatever happens, if I'm slow or fast, smooth or misshapen, I want to enjoy myself. I just want to go out there and ski. Forget everything I've learned. Do it for me, for the fresh air, for the mountains and the sky and the adventure. Just go out there and ski. So here I go....
Training takes a lot of thinking, preparing, changing. Racing just takes knowing. Belief that you have prepared. Confidence in your skills. Calm in your intellect. Although it's incredibly difficult to realize and maintain the right mindset, the fast mindset, when you find it it feels right. It feels easy and fluid. It's just a matter of getting there....and I am looking forward to stepping up to that challenge this season and discovering my potential. In all aspects. Whatever happens, if I'm slow or fast, smooth or misshapen, I want to enjoy myself. I just want to go out there and ski. Forget everything I've learned. Do it for me, for the fresh air, for the mountains and the sky and the adventure. Just go out there and ski. So here I go....
BACK ON IT
It's becoming chilly outside. Days are getting darker, wind is rustling my branches, and snow is around the bend....
I'm excited for ski season. And I'm also excited to delve back into my blogging life. I constantly feel the need to blog, but I feel similarly about blogging as I feel about GoPro'ing. Which is lame, unless it has to do with my skiing life. I can video all the flying, training, water skiing, mountain biking, and silliness that I want...but it's not nearly as exciting as my ski racing life. Luckily, my ski racing life is about to begin again. And, hopefully, my blogging will consequently frequent itself as well. For now (as I become anxious)...I am going to post some pictures. Picture blog!
I'm excited for ski season. And I'm also excited to delve back into my blogging life. I constantly feel the need to blog, but I feel similarly about blogging as I feel about GoPro'ing. Which is lame, unless it has to do with my skiing life. I can video all the flying, training, water skiing, mountain biking, and silliness that I want...but it's not nearly as exciting as my ski racing life. Luckily, my ski racing life is about to begin again. And, hopefully, my blogging will consequently frequent itself as well. For now (as I become anxious)...I am going to post some pictures. Picture blog!
CHILE #2
Here I am. Back in Portillo. Back in these beautiful, crazy mountains. Amidst the cliffs, snow, water, and sky. In this mad, still time-warp. It is elementally identical every single year: I'm staying in the exact same room, regardless if it's a different number. I'm skiing the exact same slopes: sometimes a little less snow, sometimes a little more snow, sometimes icy, sometimes slushy. I'm eating the exact same foods, walking the same paths, breathing the same air, viewing the same sights. It's like I'm reliving my past--it's dreamy. Yellow, blue, white, black. Foggy, sleepy, congruent. But every year I seem to get excited, regardless of the similarities and repetitions. The training is challenging, sometimes frightening. The people are kind. I know I'll find old friendships and I'm likely to create new ones every year I'm here. I learn something new every single day: every turn I make, every chair I ride, every video session. It's amazing that something so familiar can be so refreshing and awakening. Sometimes rude, but often crisp. I love it here and hate it here at the same time. I'm always glad to arrive, and always grateful to return home. It's a strange addiction, Portillo.... it's an old friend: reliable and attentive. It's the motionless, calm stop I can barely breathe with every year. And I'm so happy to be here, so happy to immerse myself in this insanity, and learn from my affinity with it. It's one of those things that just is. Never changing yet always absorbing. Here I am. Back in Portillo.
CHILE #1
El Colorado has been incredible. Cold. Snowy. Love. I just realized (again) that I am obsessed with skiing. Check out my blog post, from down south...
AND BACK
But I always return home. It's a bit of a funny concept to me--home. I spend more time away from it than I do in it, so it seems that my home is truly the road, the skies, the mountains, the wild. But to have a place to return to is something I find more and more warming every time I do so. And now I'm home. In my bed. In my home head. In my homestead. And yes to that.
WAY OUT
Another plane. Another day. Another dollar. Okay I don't know about the dollar part but it sounds neat. I guess I am not really spending dollars on this trip, but I just bought a coffee so I suppose that counts.
I am, once again, sitting in the Redmond (Bend) airport, waiting for my plane to LA, where I will board another plane to San Diego, where I will arrive at my temporary destination (1 week) and get my ass kicked. I can't wait.
I used to dread these conditioning camps. Don't get me wrong, I am not necessarily looking forward to doing sprints on the beach, carrying people through water, paddling around ocean buoys and probably vomiting a little--but I am kind of excited to feel that exhaustion at the end of a hard day, sleep like a baby (although I don't really understand that phrase), and push my limits. Olympic Training Center, here I come....
Plus, after my conditioning camp this week I get to head to Kona with my family for a week. YES. Can't wait.
I haven't been blogging lately, but I have been posting some photos (of the day!) on my "Photographs" page under the Yumminess tab (or click here). There has not been a new picture every single day, but when I remember I try to post a neat picture to share some love.
It's not officially summer! Although the last 3 weeks have felt quite like summer, it's nice to enjoy the long days and breezy summer nights. I am already looking forward to being back in Bend with my friends: playing music, climbing, living a home life. It's been lovely. But for now--time for some struggle and hopefully some good surf :)
I am, once again, sitting in the Redmond (Bend) airport, waiting for my plane to LA, where I will board another plane to San Diego, where I will arrive at my temporary destination (1 week) and get my ass kicked. I can't wait.
I used to dread these conditioning camps. Don't get me wrong, I am not necessarily looking forward to doing sprints on the beach, carrying people through water, paddling around ocean buoys and probably vomiting a little--but I am kind of excited to feel that exhaustion at the end of a hard day, sleep like a baby (although I don't really understand that phrase), and push my limits. Olympic Training Center, here I come....
Plus, after my conditioning camp this week I get to head to Kona with my family for a week. YES. Can't wait.
I haven't been blogging lately, but I have been posting some photos (of the day!) on my "Photographs" page under the Yumminess tab (or click here). There has not been a new picture every single day, but when I remember I try to post a neat picture to share some love.
It's not officially summer! Although the last 3 weeks have felt quite like summer, it's nice to enjoy the long days and breezy summer nights. I am already looking forward to being back in Bend with my friends: playing music, climbing, living a home life. It's been lovely. But for now--time for some struggle and hopefully some good surf :)
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Because I have been so awesomely slacking (mostly because I haven't had time) lately, I am going to revert to the photo of the day feature to keep you updated on my life. Please click on the Photographs link under the Yumminess tab to see each Photo of the day. For now, here is photo #1, 2013:
Tommy took this one. He is also in it (see top). We were in the middle of our coast trip down at Tillicum campground near Yachats, Oregon. Thanks Tommy :)
SPRING MADNESS
Whoa. Over the last (almost!) 2 months I have been the most awful, no-good, very-bad, terrible blogger. As in, I have not blogged once. And as you can see (below), my last update was when I was in Ofterschwang, Germany, which was even before World Cup Finals. Yikes. Well, as it turned out, I ended up pile driving into yet another fence in Lenzerheide, Switzerland during the first DH training run of the Finals. So that really shook me up, pissed me off, left me bitter and wanting to give up. I almost threw in the towel on that day--whew. That was a horrific day. I took a step back to rethink my life, my plan, my path. ALAS! I got a few good nights of sleep, free skied a bit (while all the speed races at Finals were cancelled), and got back on that horse that I have fallen off of OH so many times. Hopefully I don't have to do that too many more times or I'm definitely done for. Anyhow... Check out my blog for some more words and pics!
OFTERSCHWANG, GERMANY
After my weekend in Garmisch I was pretty pumped up and happy with my skiing. I had a few days of good GS training leading into the GS race here in Ofterschwang yesterday, but still couldn't manage to send it enough. Being a 4 event skier is insane and almost stupid, as I have found while trying to be great at 3 events (just silly. but great fun!). I have always loved GS, and I used to rip it. I still do from time to time, but it's really tough to be confident in your skiing when you don't train very often and you still have 12 focuses as you ski down the course. And that was definitely part of my problem yesterday. I have been working on so many technique issues that I forget to go straight and deep--I can't help but hook the bottom of the turn and over-ski the shit out of the course. It just feels too good! So I've got to work on that....
I think I should work on my points, too, because starting 6th from last isn't exactly easy either. Well, DH and SG, I'm moving on...
Not really. Speed is so fun, I don't think I could ever give it up. Besides, I don't believe that I have to. Skiing more GS is only going to help my speed, and I want to focus on what I'm best at anyway. Speaking of which, I am heading to Lenzerheide, Switzerland today for the World Cup Finals in Downhill and Super G. Last time I went to Lenzerheide I was there at finals for only Super G, and it ended up pouring rain the day of the SG race, so I didn't even get to go out on the hill. So, it's going to be another new course for me! Yipee!
I am a bit sad to leave our hotel here in Ofterschwang, as it is like a miniature utopia city. The food has been incredible, the spa and pool rejuvenating, and hanging out with the tech girls has been real fun and spicy (especially rooming with Resi). But, as it always does, life moves on (fast!) and I'm headed to the last world cup race of the year! Then it's off to a few NorAm races and Nationals in Squaw (can't wait!) to wrap up the season. Come out to support and watch us rip in Cali if you can :)
I think I should work on my points, too, because starting 6th from last isn't exactly easy either. Well, DH and SG, I'm moving on...
Not really. Speed is so fun, I don't think I could ever give it up. Besides, I don't believe that I have to. Skiing more GS is only going to help my speed, and I want to focus on what I'm best at anyway. Speaking of which, I am heading to Lenzerheide, Switzerland today for the World Cup Finals in Downhill and Super G. Last time I went to Lenzerheide I was there at finals for only Super G, and it ended up pouring rain the day of the SG race, so I didn't even get to go out on the hill. So, it's going to be another new course for me! Yipee!
I am a bit sad to leave our hotel here in Ofterschwang, as it is like a miniature utopia city. The food has been incredible, the spa and pool rejuvenating, and hanging out with the tech girls has been real fun and spicy (especially rooming with Resi). But, as it always does, life moves on (fast!) and I'm headed to the last world cup race of the year! Then it's off to a few NorAm races and Nationals in Squaw (can't wait!) to wrap up the season. Come out to support and watch us rip in Cali if you can :)
GARMISCH-PARTENKIRCHEN, GERMANY
What a crazy crazy weekend! After two average training runs on Wednesday and Thursday, I was really happy to be able to throw a good run down in Super G on Friday. I got 9th that day...little did I know what was to come on Saturday...
And then I skied like I have been aspiring to all year. My downhill run was far from perfect, but I stuck my nose in it, tucked like a little bullet, and pulled off some skiing that I know I should have been enjoying all year. It's been a tough year, like I wrote about in one of my previous posts (see Schladming, Austria below), and my skiing has been quite inconsistent. But I found a groove yesterday that I forgot I had. I discovered a crazy fiery fiendish ski racer in myself. And I managed to pull off my first World Cup podium of my career! WAHOO YEHAW YEWWWW
Today was a little rough; I had a hard time sleeping last night because I was so excited (and I couldn't breathe through my nose cause of my silly sickness). I woke up feeling a little worn down from all the excitement, but confident in my skiing and ready to try and accomplish the same thing in Super G. I had a great run on the top half of the course, was carrying some heat and wonder when I decided to sit back, lean in, and make a silly mistake all on the most difficult turn on the course.... so that didn't work out too well! But I still ended up 22nd and am extremely pumped about my electric weekend.
And I feel so much better about my skiing. I now know that I have that racing ability inside of me, and I am going to take that forth, harness my inner she devil and keep on pushing myself over the next few weeks.
It's crazy to think that the ski season is almost over....I only have two more WC speed races left this year! Sad :(. But I am looking forward to this weekend; I am heading to Offterschwang, Germany to race the World Cup GS on Saturday. For now I am back in Sölden taking some time off before a few days of training for Saturday's race. Which is wonderful, because I'm exhausted after such an exhilarating weekend...
So it's off to bed. Bye for now :)
And then I skied like I have been aspiring to all year. My downhill run was far from perfect, but I stuck my nose in it, tucked like a little bullet, and pulled off some skiing that I know I should have been enjoying all year. It's been a tough year, like I wrote about in one of my previous posts (see Schladming, Austria below), and my skiing has been quite inconsistent. But I found a groove yesterday that I forgot I had. I discovered a crazy fiery fiendish ski racer in myself. And I managed to pull off my first World Cup podium of my career! WAHOO YEHAW YEWWWW
Today was a little rough; I had a hard time sleeping last night because I was so excited (and I couldn't breathe through my nose cause of my silly sickness). I woke up feeling a little worn down from all the excitement, but confident in my skiing and ready to try and accomplish the same thing in Super G. I had a great run on the top half of the course, was carrying some heat and wonder when I decided to sit back, lean in, and make a silly mistake all on the most difficult turn on the course.... so that didn't work out too well! But I still ended up 22nd and am extremely pumped about my electric weekend.
And I feel so much better about my skiing. I now know that I have that racing ability inside of me, and I am going to take that forth, harness my inner she devil and keep on pushing myself over the next few weeks.
It's crazy to think that the ski season is almost over....I only have two more WC speed races left this year! Sad :(. But I am looking forward to this weekend; I am heading to Offterschwang, Germany to race the World Cup GS on Saturday. For now I am back in Sölden taking some time off before a few days of training for Saturday's race. Which is wonderful, because I'm exhausted after such an exhilarating weekend...
So it's off to bed. Bye for now :)
MERIBEL, FRANCE
WHOA. That place was incredible. From the scenery to the vast amounts of skiing to the snow conditions, I couldn't imagine Meribel being more perfect. The DH course was relatively slow, but had nice hero snow and was still pretty fun. I had a tough time trying to figure out my equipment, but I definitely learned a lot from this past weekend and I can't wait to return to Meribel in two years for finals. The Super Combined was pretty good: I was 12th in the DH portion, and ended up 15th overall. I believe that's my best World Cup Super Combi finish yet? Either way, it was a fun day (other than getting hit in the face by a slalom gate! fat lip!).
I am now here in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany. We had our first training run today: the snow was wonderful and the weather beautiful. Hopefully mother nature keeps this up over the rest of the season. I think she's paying us back for all of that awful weather we had at the beginning of the year! We'll see....
:)
I am now here in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany. We had our first training run today: the snow was wonderful and the weather beautiful. Hopefully mother nature keeps this up over the rest of the season. I think she's paying us back for all of that awful weather we had at the beginning of the year! We'll see....
:)
SCHLADMING, AUSTRIA
World Championships. It's got a ring--a tinge of substance and ferocity. It's a substantial piece in my ski racing puzzle. It's where I am now.
Being part of such a fast team is compelling and demanding. Knowing I am a part of it, I sometimes have a hard time living up to it. This season has been the best of my ski racing career so far, and yet it sometimes seems insignificant compared to my teammates. It's been tough feeling like the slow one on my team, tough to not compare myself to others, tough to be happy with my results when I feel I should be up there with the others. What's really hard is not getting a spot in my best event in the biggest race of the year...not because I don't deserve it, but because others deserve it more.
But somehow I'm smiling. Because I know it's only one day, it's only one race out of many that I will be lucky enough to race in. I'm trying to be easy on myself, to breathe, to not be so narrow minded. After all, this is only ski racing....
And it's been fun! Racing in the Super G was a wonderful opportunity. I certainly didn't ski my best, but I did take a step back and I saw the bigger picture. I realized some things that I have lately forgotten, things that are of the utmost importance to not only my happiness but to my sanity. There is a lot going on in this world, and I'm like a little ant among mounds and endless mounds. I sometimes think I am bigger and stronger than the rest, but I forget that I'm just standing on ground. I'm just a two-legged creature, trying to touch the sky like everyone else--connected and breathing. So that's weird.
Aside from that crazy stuff, I am planning on sticking around for the team event here in Schladming! I'm excited to race in some parallel slalom to see what I can do. I am certainly not a slalom skier, but I'll be comforted by the panels and fired up by another person racing next to me... so we'll see! The Super Combined was actually pretty good. My downhill run was great, though it wasn't in the best of light. I tried sending it in the slalom as well--things got a little out of control, but I somehow made it to the finish line and got 11th :) I knew that if I didn't give it my all I would regret it in the finish, and I am trying to avoid regret like the plague. By now I have figured out that if I ski passively and carefully my heart only sinks at the bottom. I know what's inside of me (some sort of slalom devil--among other devils--is in there and I KNOW it), and I want that light to show more often, instead of the one that I'm comfortable with.
It's all coming together, and I'm anxiously awaiting the next speed race. For now, I'll work on my paneled slalom and my mental game (life). HIYA!
Being part of such a fast team is compelling and demanding. Knowing I am a part of it, I sometimes have a hard time living up to it. This season has been the best of my ski racing career so far, and yet it sometimes seems insignificant compared to my teammates. It's been tough feeling like the slow one on my team, tough to not compare myself to others, tough to be happy with my results when I feel I should be up there with the others. What's really hard is not getting a spot in my best event in the biggest race of the year...not because I don't deserve it, but because others deserve it more.
But somehow I'm smiling. Because I know it's only one day, it's only one race out of many that I will be lucky enough to race in. I'm trying to be easy on myself, to breathe, to not be so narrow minded. After all, this is only ski racing....
And it's been fun! Racing in the Super G was a wonderful opportunity. I certainly didn't ski my best, but I did take a step back and I saw the bigger picture. I realized some things that I have lately forgotten, things that are of the utmost importance to not only my happiness but to my sanity. There is a lot going on in this world, and I'm like a little ant among mounds and endless mounds. I sometimes think I am bigger and stronger than the rest, but I forget that I'm just standing on ground. I'm just a two-legged creature, trying to touch the sky like everyone else--connected and breathing. So that's weird.
Aside from that crazy stuff, I am planning on sticking around for the team event here in Schladming! I'm excited to race in some parallel slalom to see what I can do. I am certainly not a slalom skier, but I'll be comforted by the panels and fired up by another person racing next to me... so we'll see! The Super Combined was actually pretty good. My downhill run was great, though it wasn't in the best of light. I tried sending it in the slalom as well--things got a little out of control, but I somehow made it to the finish line and got 11th :) I knew that if I didn't give it my all I would regret it in the finish, and I am trying to avoid regret like the plague. By now I have figured out that if I ski passively and carefully my heart only sinks at the bottom. I know what's inside of me (some sort of slalom devil--among other devils--is in there and I KNOW it), and I want that light to show more often, instead of the one that I'm comfortable with.
It's all coming together, and I'm anxiously awaiting the next speed race. For now, I'll work on my paneled slalom and my mental game (life). HIYA!
ULTENTAL, ITALY
We just got to Schladming last night after a training camp in Ultental, Italy. I think it was our first training camp since the prep period that we successfully pulled off some good training... and it was so fun. It was awesome to get back on my speed skis in a setting other than a race course. I got a really good feeling and found my tempo. I am still trying to figure out some equipment issues, but I am definitely getting close to the right setup.
We skied two days of downhill and two days of super-g. It was all quite enjoyable... getting some wind in the face was really wonderful after my lovely vacation in the Canary Islands. Overall, the last 2 weeks really haven't been too bad....
The free-ski on the hill (for SG) was canceled tomorrow, so you can imagine how much snow is falling from the sky. It's quite the contradistinction to the last time we were here (RAIN RAIN RAIN)! There is certainly enough snow to race now...and it doesn't seem to want to stop coming down. It's nice to be back in winter. I am psyched to get out there and race the Super G on Tuesday...maybe there will even be some powder skiing sometime while I'm here. It seems that it is certainly going to be an option!
Good thing I love the snow. yeehaw.
Here are some pictures I took when I was in St. Anton. I'll be making a blog post and will put up many-a-picture very soon (as I have tons that have piled up over the last month...). enjoy.
We skied two days of downhill and two days of super-g. It was all quite enjoyable... getting some wind in the face was really wonderful after my lovely vacation in the Canary Islands. Overall, the last 2 weeks really haven't been too bad....
The free-ski on the hill (for SG) was canceled tomorrow, so you can imagine how much snow is falling from the sky. It's quite the contradistinction to the last time we were here (RAIN RAIN RAIN)! There is certainly enough snow to race now...and it doesn't seem to want to stop coming down. It's nice to be back in winter. I am psyched to get out there and race the Super G on Tuesday...maybe there will even be some powder skiing sometime while I'm here. It seems that it is certainly going to be an option!
Good thing I love the snow. yeehaw.
Here are some pictures I took when I was in St. Anton. I'll be making a blog post and will put up many-a-picture very soon (as I have tons that have piled up over the last month...). enjoy.
wandering the streets
Leanne lookin' snazzy as usual
Alice. WINNING. Oh I'm up there somewhere too :)
trees. mountains. whatever.
checking out the scenery in St. Anton, Austria with Leanne and Abby (Alice's jacket, see right upper corner)
LANZAROTE
I am in Puerto Calero, Lanzarote sitting out on my porch looking at the palm trees and the ocean, soaking up some sun. It feels so lovely. Stacey and I just got done with our morning work out, and we're about to head out for lunch, camel rides on the volcano, and to perhaps jump in the ocean on the black sand beach (on the south-western side of the island). We are staying on the eastern side of the island.
The transition from snowy Munich to here was quite strange, this isn't typical for a mid-season break. I think it will be good for both of us, though: refreshing and revitalizing....thus far we've had a great time. We landed yesterday at 130 at the Fuertaventura airport, rented our car (A PANDA!!!!!!) and drove to the ferry in Corralejo. The ferry ride was extremely rough, but thankfully it was quite short, and before we knew it we were driving off the ferry into the sun--sand dunes at our side and palm trees lining the roads. It was a strange adjustment yesterday--my head was foggy and my lungs and skin confused with the mass amounts of humid oxygen. But I'm starting to get used to it, as my white white skin is warmed and kissed by the heavy hot sun.
Well, it's time to head out. The camels are spitting my name.
The transition from snowy Munich to here was quite strange, this isn't typical for a mid-season break. I think it will be good for both of us, though: refreshing and revitalizing....thus far we've had a great time. We landed yesterday at 130 at the Fuertaventura airport, rented our car (A PANDA!!!!!!) and drove to the ferry in Corralejo. The ferry ride was extremely rough, but thankfully it was quite short, and before we knew it we were driving off the ferry into the sun--sand dunes at our side and palm trees lining the roads. It was a strange adjustment yesterday--my head was foggy and my lungs and skin confused with the mass amounts of humid oxygen. But I'm starting to get used to it, as my white white skin is warmed and kissed by the heavy hot sun.
Well, it's time to head out. The camels are spitting my name.
CORTINA, ITALY
I just realized I forgot to post while I was in Cortina... how silly! Cortina. Such a fun downhill course, and always the most wonderful snow. It was a really fun weekend. Yeah I guess that's all :) OH and congrats to Lindsey on the win, and Leanne on her 2nd
ST. ANTON, AUSTRIA
What a weekend! We had some pretty crazy days of training and racing in St. Anton this last week. I have to say I almost pooped my pants on the first training run last Thursday. I went early when the light was very dark and it was extremely fast, bumpy, and hard. So that was an interesting first run of downhill in almost a month! Yikes. But the snow came in hard on Thursday evening and we had to cancel our training run on Friday due to more than 30 cm on the top part of the course. Thankfully the snow let up and we were able to get the race off on Saturday, because it was definitely questionable! The snow was pretty soft in the DH race, which made the course feel much easier than it felt on Thursday. The start was moved down to the Super G start due to bad snow up top, so it was quite the sprint of a Downhill! But skiing through the finish was a relief and a buzz, especially when I looked up to see that Alice was winning! And, despite her expectations, she remained on top that day and crushed her first World Cup podium AND victory! I came in 5th, Lindsey was 6th, and Leanne and Julia tied for 15th, so it really was not a bad day for the Americans (with 4 in the top 15).
The Super G the next day was a little different from the Downhill. The snow managed to harden up quite a bit and it became quite the rodeo with bumps and ruts! It was not my best performance (I came in 17th), but I was thankful to get the wind in my face as many of our attempted skiing days have been shot down by mother nature lately.
It was beautifully sunny for the Downhill and Super G races, so perhaps our luck is turning around...
One can only hope. Either way, I'm psyched to head to Cortina on Wednesday for another weekend of speed. Waahhooooo!!!!!
Check out my blog for some pictures that I took over Xmas break :)
The Super G the next day was a little different from the Downhill. The snow managed to harden up quite a bit and it became quite the rodeo with bumps and ruts! It was not my best performance (I came in 17th), but I was thankful to get the wind in my face as many of our attempted skiing days have been shot down by mother nature lately.
It was beautifully sunny for the Downhill and Super G races, so perhaps our luck is turning around...
One can only hope. Either way, I'm psyched to head to Cortina on Wednesday for another weekend of speed. Waahhooooo!!!!!
Check out my blog for some pictures that I took over Xmas break :)
SCHLADMING, AUSTRIA
Here I am, sitting in my hotel, watching the grounds drench and the trees bow to the wind. I think last year it was the same: warm and slushy on the hill, almost too mushy to ski on at finals. But with the time off I am left bored and willingly forced to write. So here is a blog post. Enjoy.
VAL D'ISERE, FRANCE
I'm amazed we made it out of that place... what a crazy weekend! Before heading to Val d'Isere, we heard that it had been non-stop snowing there since December 1st. After watching the men's GS and SL race, it was clear that there was a ridiculous amount of snow and that the world cup races were difficult to host. It's tough to turn 3 meters of fluffy powder into compact, raceable snow, but the crew in Val d'Isere did an incredible job to make it happen.
On the day that we arrived in Val d'Isere (Monday), it was still dumping snow. We had Tuesday off, and woke up to even more snow falling from the sky, with hopes that it would clear for our training runs and races. Incredibly, when we woke up on Wednesday morning, the skies were bluer than my eyes and completely cloudless. So our first training run was a bit soft and slow, but fun nonetheless. After training I couldn't help but head out to powder ski... two years ago when our Super G race got canceled (due to 1 meter of new snow over night!), we went exploring on our powder skis. I think about that day of free skiing a lot--the snow was so fun and the runs were so steep and challenging. So I had to go out again....
On the day that we arrived in Val d'Isere (Monday), it was still dumping snow. We had Tuesday off, and woke up to even more snow falling from the sky, with hopes that it would clear for our training runs and races. Incredibly, when we woke up on Wednesday morning, the skies were bluer than my eyes and completely cloudless. So our first training run was a bit soft and slow, but fun nonetheless. After training I couldn't help but head out to powder ski... two years ago when our Super G race got canceled (due to 1 meter of new snow over night!), we went exploring on our powder skis. I think about that day of free skiing a lot--the snow was so fun and the runs were so steep and challenging. So I had to go out again....
Alice, Julia, and Anna (Julia's physio) joined me for some shredding Wednesday afternoon. The snow was perfect--it was such a cold day, and there were so many areas left untracked, it was hard to call it a day. But with another training run on Thursday and two races on the following days, I knew I had to save a bit of energy. The powder skiing was so refreshing. It's pretty rare that we head out for free skiing off of the runs that we train and race on, but it feels good to get away from all of the intensity that we endure within the ski racing world. It is restoring and allows me to gain a balanced perspective, which I sometimes forget about. It's easy to get caught up in pressure and expectations, and by free skiing I somehow can relieve myself of those negative feelings.
The second training day was very different from the first. The lights were out and it was impossible to see the ground. The snow hardened up a bit, but was definitely bumpier and it felt a bit faster. Come race day and the weather seemed to be cooperating (despite previous reports), it was somewhat sunny and, although the start was moved down due to wind, the wind was relatively calm up top. I had bib 28, and I felt pretty good about the day. When I went I noticed that the light was pretty flat and it was a bit windy up top, though none of that mattered since I lost control and went out on the 5th gate anyhow.... It was a tough race, the course was pretty bumpy and conditions changed throughout the day, but that is part of our sport. I was pretty bummed to have gotten tossed out of the course, but when I got to the bottom I saw that Leanne was in 2nd. NUTS!
I am so psyched for Leanne to have gotten her first podium. I would have guessed that she was going to do it in Super G, but she had a great run and put it together to do it in Downhill. It is so crazy to see all of my teammates skiing so fast. It is inspiring and also comforting, because I know I can be right there with them. I know luck will come my way one of these days and my hard work will pay off. I am just going to enjoy the ride, and trust that I'll ski well as long as I am having fun.
After an excruciatingly long drive yesterday to Sölden (10 hours!), I am enjoying a day off: watching some ski racing (women's and men's world cup GS), doing some laundry, and catching up on emails, blog posts, etc. I am staying here in Sölden for a few days of training before heading back home for x-mas. I am happy to have a few days to train and figure out some equipment issues I have been having, but I am already missing the race scene and can't wait for St. Anton. Until then, I'll post some pictures, videos, etc. of my travels and adventures. I am in the perfect place....
The second training day was very different from the first. The lights were out and it was impossible to see the ground. The snow hardened up a bit, but was definitely bumpier and it felt a bit faster. Come race day and the weather seemed to be cooperating (despite previous reports), it was somewhat sunny and, although the start was moved down due to wind, the wind was relatively calm up top. I had bib 28, and I felt pretty good about the day. When I went I noticed that the light was pretty flat and it was a bit windy up top, though none of that mattered since I lost control and went out on the 5th gate anyhow.... It was a tough race, the course was pretty bumpy and conditions changed throughout the day, but that is part of our sport. I was pretty bummed to have gotten tossed out of the course, but when I got to the bottom I saw that Leanne was in 2nd. NUTS!
I am so psyched for Leanne to have gotten her first podium. I would have guessed that she was going to do it in Super G, but she had a great run and put it together to do it in Downhill. It is so crazy to see all of my teammates skiing so fast. It is inspiring and also comforting, because I know I can be right there with them. I know luck will come my way one of these days and my hard work will pay off. I am just going to enjoy the ride, and trust that I'll ski well as long as I am having fun.
After an excruciatingly long drive yesterday to Sölden (10 hours!), I am enjoying a day off: watching some ski racing (women's and men's world cup GS), doing some laundry, and catching up on emails, blog posts, etc. I am staying here in Sölden for a few days of training before heading back home for x-mas. I am happy to have a few days to train and figure out some equipment issues I have been having, but I am already missing the race scene and can't wait for St. Anton. Until then, I'll post some pictures, videos, etc. of my travels and adventures. I am in the perfect place....
ST. MORITZ, SWITZERLAND
Back on track! After too many days of travel, I finally made it to St. Moritz yesterday afternoon. We free skied (super g) on the race hill today and attempted to train slalom, but it was incredibly snowy and windy and not particularly productive. Nonetheless, I am actually excited for super combined tomorrow! I get to start 2nd in the super g portion tomorrow morning, so that should be good fun. The hill is a bit soft, so I'm psyched to be starting 2nd. Hoora!
The super g run starts at 1030 tomorrow, SL run is at 130...so check it out on Eurosport, ORF, or Universal Television if you get the chance.
Lake Louise turned out to be a great weekend--much better than last year. I made it to the finish in one piece, and managed to get 11th in the 1st dh, 18th in the 2nd, and 13th in the super g. I was happy to overcome a hill that gave me a whole new perspective on skiing (and life!) in a not-so-nice way. It felt incredible to ski through the finish, and felt even better to look up and see a decent result. I am so very happy to have that monkey off of my back, and to know that I have the speed I didn't want to think about last season.
But, here we are in Switzerland, and it's time for some super combi, super g, and gs! I'm hoping for a bit of sunshine, a little luck, and to throw down a good run or two. We'll see what happens....
The super g run starts at 1030 tomorrow, SL run is at 130...so check it out on Eurosport, ORF, or Universal Television if you get the chance.
Lake Louise turned out to be a great weekend--much better than last year. I made it to the finish in one piece, and managed to get 11th in the 1st dh, 18th in the 2nd, and 13th in the super g. I was happy to overcome a hill that gave me a whole new perspective on skiing (and life!) in a not-so-nice way. It felt incredible to ski through the finish, and felt even better to look up and see a decent result. I am so very happy to have that monkey off of my back, and to know that I have the speed I didn't want to think about last season.
But, here we are in Switzerland, and it's time for some super combi, super g, and gs! I'm hoping for a bit of sunshine, a little luck, and to throw down a good run or two. We'll see what happens....
LAKE LOUISE, CANADA
So I've decided that my homepage is boring. I'm going to start updating more often, with snippets of my daily life (boring as they may be), to keep it a teeny bit more exciting.
Today was day 5 on the Lake Louise downhill course up here in the Canadian Rockies... and, unlike last year, I managed to stay on my feet the whole way down! Yeehaw! The weather was totally insane today, with clouds of misty fog rolling in and out, sunshine every so often, and snow pooping from the sky like crazy at times. Unfortunately, I had to venture down the course during one of the poopy moments...but I had great fun doing it! I managed to sneak into 18th, and was very happy with the way I skied. BUT there was something to be more excited about...STACEY COOK GOT 2ND AGAIN! And Lindsey, once again, took the win! Those two girls really laid it out on the line today, taking out the rest of the field with fierce speed and skill. Julia placed 9th, Alice came in 11th (whoo!), I was 18th, and Leanne was 20th. Not a bad day for the American girls :)
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow...it's back to Super G! Hopefully the weather is just a bit more cooperative and we can get off a fair race. If not, I'm going to make friends with mother nature and do some crazy sun dance naked on top of the mountain before I run. We'll see.... but I'm starting 30th and can't wait to make some Super G turns! Yehawww.
until next time...
Today was day 5 on the Lake Louise downhill course up here in the Canadian Rockies... and, unlike last year, I managed to stay on my feet the whole way down! Yeehaw! The weather was totally insane today, with clouds of misty fog rolling in and out, sunshine every so often, and snow pooping from the sky like crazy at times. Unfortunately, I had to venture down the course during one of the poopy moments...but I had great fun doing it! I managed to sneak into 18th, and was very happy with the way I skied. BUT there was something to be more excited about...STACEY COOK GOT 2ND AGAIN! And Lindsey, once again, took the win! Those two girls really laid it out on the line today, taking out the rest of the field with fierce speed and skill. Julia placed 9th, Alice came in 11th (whoo!), I was 18th, and Leanne was 20th. Not a bad day for the American girls :)
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow...it's back to Super G! Hopefully the weather is just a bit more cooperative and we can get off a fair race. If not, I'm going to make friends with mother nature and do some crazy sun dance naked on top of the mountain before I run. We'll see.... but I'm starting 30th and can't wait to make some Super G turns! Yehawww.
until next time...
