Today, we achieved a new level of awesome here in Montana. All three of us (three is the maximum racers allowed to start any given category) fell on our face. I leave the normal falls to my teammates, on downhill corners or when their classic skis grabbed, and take the special fall for myself. Somehow I fell going uphill? I seem to have found my pole between my legs five times today – what was it doing there??
My roommate and best friend Eliska, the current defending champion for the 15km classic race at NCAAs and I are currently jumping on our bed singing to a little kid’s TV show explaining how to squeeze your toothpaste. Being 24 and 19 doesn’t make you any more mature if you don’t let it.
I feel old when I look at the results and haven’t a clue who anyone is. All the people I raced with at World Juniors are now U23s and either on World Cup or Supertour or occasionally the collegiate circuit. For being the youngest skier on my team three years in a row – WHY DO I FEEL OLD?
Eliska and I proved our dedication to our NCAA success by playing frisbee in the stadium – frisbee full of dives, falls, and general failure to either throw or catch. Needless to say, we received a lot of funny looks, but hey! It worked for us last year.
Practice those downhills, Far West!!! (And squeeze your toothpaste from the far end)