Over winter break, I did not have many inspiring things happen to me that I would want to write a blog about, nor did I have an epiphany. Although I did go skiing, which was an interesting and fun experience. While I was skiing, I found a hidden trail, and decided to go down it. Unbeknownst to me, it was an extreme black diamond. Starting down the hill I began to pick up speed, remembering to weave back and forth as to not go too fast. Miraculously, I made it to the bottom of the hill, and did not break anything. After going up on the ski lift, I decide that maybe, just maybe, I will try out for the Winter Olympics in another three years. A year goes by, and I have been training extremely hard. I go up to Wisconsin every weekend to practice my skiing, and I have hired a professional trainer; things are going well, all because of an idea I had while skiing at Cascade Mountain.
The second year and third year go by, and now it is February of 2014, and I am going to the Olympics. I made it through the rigorous training and miraculously, I am on the team at 20 years Sochi, Krasnodar Krai, Russia, this will be my first time of ever leaving the country to compete in skiing. The day of my race comes, and I am a nervous wreck. Getting into the starting position, I start down the hill, wanting to beat the set time. As I am skiing, I notice that the hill I am on is quite similar to the one I have spent so much time practicing on at Cascade, and then in Colorado, that I feel quite comfortable and pick up a lot of speed, as I am feeling very confident. After finishing, I discover that I beat the set time by over two minutes, possibly setting a new Olympic record. As I find out, I am not fast enough to get a gold medal, but I am able to settle for second place and bring home a silver medal.
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