I didn't make the Olympic team. I wish it were more complicated, but it comes down to simply not meeting the criteria. I failed my goal. I've been struggling these past two seasons with performing at World Cups like I do when I train. Standing at the top of a World Cup course, surrounded by the world's best athletes, is an indescribable experience. It's incredibly difficult to prepare mentally for the feelings running through your mind in the start gate, knowing you have 30 seconds to put on your best performance just so you get a second run.
So it's been a hot minute since I last made a post here. I've been caught in the eternal struggle of not feeling like a post is good enough, causing me to revise and revise until I'm at the point we are at now - I've got a lot of catching up to do. Since I last posted, I attended two on-snow camps over the summer, attended two fitness testings, received my diploma in Show Production & Event Management, and turned 24. A lot has happened since my season ended in April, so welcome to my mini-novel summarizing the summer!
The training allowed me to push myself to my limits, exploring what it felt like to reach the point where I was both mentally and physically exhausted and see the effects it had on every run.
Training at Spécifik Performance has been exhausting, inspiring, and exciting. Every day posed a new challenge, and every pound of weight I added on to the bar felt like my own personal medal to add to my collection.
