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| Where I should have been (original) |
Due to complications the day before we had two races that day. Super-g is only a one run which makes it harder than all of the other tech events such as GS and Slalom that have two runs each. I was relived to find that out because that meant that I had another crack at the course. This time I am going to destroy it and win the run by a second and get back what I deserve, which was what I was telling myself riding up the lift to lap around and cheer on the girls on my team.
One Hour Later….
I sat at the start for a good hour before the boys were getting in the gate. I was still bib number fourteen and was completely ready for the run. I had my coaches crank down my dins (what determines how tight your binding is on your boot) and I was stoked to get out of the gate. Number one was in the gate and I started getting warmed up and peeled off all of my clothed downy to my trusty speed suit. I brought my ski over to the pit to get clicked in and cheered on a couple of my older team mates coming out of the gate. I was finally back in the gate ready to tear the course up!
The start gate worker started the famous phrase, Racer Ready? Ten Seconds… Five.. Four.. Three I pull out with determination in my eyes and dropped back into my tuck once again. I passed the first gate, the second, the third. Bam! I am on my ass sliding down the flats at the top. My ski popped off again same foot and everything, I was fuming from the ears and I started hitting my poles on the ground in frustration. I was so close to the start house that I decided to hike back to the start house. I yelled at my coach because they did not get my bindings right again, then I stormed off to be alone and clear my head. My ski season means everything to me and I can’t afford to be popping out of my skis for no apparent reason.
That concluded my disappointing race day and I was left to watch the people that I was planning to beat stand on the top of the podium. I made my way down all of the cat tracks and runs and ended up at the upper lodge where we were having the awards. I went inside to get out of my equipment and sat around talking to the other kids on my team about their race day. The thing about ski racing is that it only takes one mistake to ruin an entire run and we (ski racers) spend so much tie perfecting the sport that it is so devastating to fall in a race scene. A couple minutes later I had to stand around and watch people get medals.
During the awards my friend Shane surprised me with some great news. He asked me out of no where if I wanted to go to California with him for the weekend. How could I not deny such a request! This lightened my mood and I was from then on stoked to get some sun on my pale white ski racer skin.
To Be Continued…..
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