Traveling in Europe is always a blast – I love ye olde country. The mountains are stunning, their history is epic and the people are intriguing. Unfortunately there was little time for exploration as we opened the World Cup season with 8 races in 9 days – split between Sestriere, Italy and St. Moritz, Switzerland.
I would love to say that the highlight of the trip was the races, but sadly it was the most difficult two weeks I’ve had in recent memory. The challenges presented were plenty, which over time destroyed my confidence. I’m not usually emotionally attached to the outcome of the day, but after being pack fill a few times, my self worth was at an all time low.
To be fair the conditions were aggressive and the environments challenging, which made it difficult to build momentum. Plus it was a bit of a gamble racing on new equipment – but I half expected and hoped the transition would be smooth and uneventful. Boy was I WRONG
We had all hands on deck trying to source the issues? Our engineer helped to calm the suspension while our technician worked tirelessly to perfect the tune and the flex of the ski. Still a lack of familiarity with my equipment left me feeling disconnected with the snow and paralyzed with fear.
It was near the end of the trip that one of my fellow competitors pulled me aside to discuss my skiing from a technical standpoint – and with some small adjustments to my stance big changes started to unfold. It was a simple observation that tipped the scales back in my favour.
In the final race of the series I was able to put down a run that I actually felt good about. It was enough to rekindle the fire within and carry me forward into this next cycle.
I’ve got a few weeks at home to recover and prepare for the World Championships next month. I’m confident that I will regain my composure, my day of reckoning is within sight – I can feel it. The absence of my potential has left me with a verocious appetite.
St. Moritz, Switzerland