ski racing isn't just about the tight suits

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I’ve never really understood why people don’t treat ski racing a bit more reverently. I mean, we’re practically gods on skis. Why wouldn’t you worship us?

However, being special always has its issues. I mean, Albert Einstein was probably one of  the smartest men in the world, but imagine how hard it was to get a date with that sort of hair.

Likewise for us, I mean, we look hot in our spandex suits, ski really fast, and did I mention the looking hot part?

Well, it isn’t all what it’s all cracked up to be. Teachers are forever exasperated by the amount of school we miss. They think that we’re secretly out partying or something.



Anyways, today I present to you the pros and cons of being a ski racer.



You work out a lot, so you have this body that’s pretty much cover-of-Sports Illustrated-worthy You have to work out
You’re healthy You have to cut off on the doughnuts and pretty much everything else that tastes good
You have a group of close-knit friends that love this sport as much as you do You have no social life when the season ends
You get to miss school Teachers hate you/ don’t even know you exist
The high school popular girls never torment you You don’t even know who the popular people are
You get to spend a lot of time travelling the world You have to accustomed to the dreaded jet lag and greasy hair. Ew
Something gossip-worthy always happens on the bus rides Someone always takes a dump in the bus bathroom and everything smells like someone died
The glacier/summer camps are always awesome You know your school friends are off in Hawaii somewhere getting a real tan
You get goggle tans You get goggle tans
You see a lot of the famous ski racers when you’re in Europe, and you feel cool posting pictures of you and them on Facebook People from school always comment: ‘Who’s that?’.  Awkward
No one cares if you wear the same sweatpants three days in a row If you did that at school, everyone would think you’ve just finished a drug deal
Ski racer—ski racer relationships ❤ When they break up, everyone knows
Its funny seeing guys in too-small suits It’s terrible seeing a girl when her period has leaked through her suit.  Sorry for you, hon.
When the ski season ends, you get to sleep in! But really you just don’t know what to do with your life after the most major thing that implicates every ounce of your energy/brain power is finished
You’re generally good at waking up at the butt-crack of dawn You can’t sleep in past eight.
You’re good at dealing with the cold But really, you can’t deal with the cold.
You’re always super-excited when the ski season is about to start But then that means fitness testing. Sad face
You get a ton of spares in grade eleven But that’s only because you took a million and two courses over the summer. Where did my life go?

Hopefully you all enjoyed yourselves reading the pros and cons, even if you may not be a ski racer!

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Thanks for reading,



I have tears rolling down my cheeks at the moment; big fat salty drops that carve wet trails down my cheeks, some falling into my mouth, some mixing into my hair.

Well, truth is, I’m actually not crying at the moment, I just felt like opening this post up with a couple of over dramatic sentences. Its just how I roll.

So, the reason why I’m ‘crying’, you ask? I’m bawling my eyes out because it’s the end of the ski season, and pretty much the end of my social life for the rest of the year…until, maybe some point in the spring/summer when I actually get around to hanging out with my school friends. That almost sounds weird: school friends and ski friends. It’s like they’re two exclusive gangs or something…

I’m getting off track here.

You see, since it’s the end of the ski season, the mountains are closing (even though Revelstoke got a whole new bucketful of fresh pow last weekend), Whistler (my home mountain) will be closing up shop and Blackcomb Glacier will be the only thing open eventually. (Yay, I love slush)

So in celebration of the 2013 ski season, I wanted to make you guys a playlist of   the best ski tunes of this year (this is according to my sixteen year old brain, so hello to you middle-aged to senior skier/people, I will not have any Barbara Streisand on here, sorry)

So, here it is, I did post some YouTube links if you wanted to listen. Enjoy!

  1. Silhouette (Original Mix) by Avicii  
  2. Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia
  3. Feel Again by One Republic (DJ Kue Remix)
  4. Spectrum (Say My Name) by Florence + The Machine (Calvin Harris Remix)
  5. Spaceman by The Killers
  6. Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey
  7. Part of Me by Katy Perry (Mia Moretti and Caitlin Moe Remix) 
  8. Animal by Miike Snow
  9. Punching in A Dream by The Naked And Famous
  10. Deadbeat Summer by Neon Indian
  11. Dreams and Disasters by Owl City 
  12. Take A Walk by Passion Pit
  13. American Girl by Dave Edwards and Silver Medallion 
  14. Shark in The Water by VVBrown (Louis La Roche Remix)
  15. In Da Club  by 50 Cent (B.C Ski Team theme song, they make videos about their adventures, how sick is that?)

That’s all for now, everyone! Hopefully you enjoyed the playlist (there is not ranking order), feel free to add any more songs that you think should have been added below in the comments!

Hope you had a great season, see you around


First off, I must apologize to my amazing followers (yes, there is only six of you at the moment, but I’m hopeful that those numbers will someday go up-to seven…maybe?), who have somehow managed to still follow me though my blog has been running dyer than the Sahara Desert lately.

Fine. It’s been dry for about five months now…

Whatever people, I’ve been busy– skiing around the world isn’t as easy as one may think–ahem, teachers–who seem to think that I’m slacking off and using the atrocious amount of days off school as a way to get out of doing anything.



But one day, my favorite teacher in the world (haha funny) asked me if I was going to go to the Olympics. I paused for about five minutes.

“I just want to know if I should actually be excusing you from all of these tests,” he says in a good-natured way “because if I see you on the TV one day, I can say, ‘Ha I exempted her from that physics lab! What a star student!'”

I gave him one of my best unimpressed looks.

Me exactly

This got me thinking about ski racing and how hard it is to achieve greatness/success in both areas of our life: school and skiing. We know that the good marks are expected of us, or perhaps we put this upon ourselves, but we know for sure that we want to excel at this sport that has practically become us: ski racing.

I know how hard that is, being a high school student and ski racer. My mom  has always drilled into my head since birth (no wonder I was purple) that everything has to have a fine balance, or you will be unhappy in life and will not have good fortune. I know it sounds hokey, but when your mom is Chinese, you get a lot of deep Asian quotes. Just typing it out makes me feel ancient.

I’ve seen many a fellow ski racer quit after x amount of years due to the increasing difficulty to catch up due to all the school missed:  teachers start forgetting you exist. They start hating you. They murder you every once a month when you actually show up. Or they just drown you in missed homework telling you “We’re starting a new chapter tomorrow! Keep up!”

It all feels like a race, which is ironic, since the sport I do involves turning around blue and red sticks, trying to get your ass down to the finish line as quickly as possible.

School feels like this as well, trying to keep up, straining to finish every ounce of homework in order to be caught up to the newest chapter.

For some it’s too much, I know a lot of my friends that feel this way. I feel this way about 99.99% of my insane life.

I know that I won’t be the next Linsey Vonn (I’m actually the next Hermann Maier people), so my goals in FIS next year, since I’m coming fresh out of U16, is to just finish races, get my points down, and do well in school.

I’m actually not popular, if you were wondering. Skiing is all I have for social life. Cue the awkward eye twitch.

Everyone has different goals, I know boys that could easily be on the national team, considering how amazing their technique is.

But everyone’s different, and I know that even if you’re considering quitting; schools too much and you have to focus on that, then good for you on being smart and getting an education, as the rest of us fly around on planks while juggling textbooks.

If you’re still going strong, then hey, maybe I’ll see you on the TV sometime, but just remember:


See you up on the hill,



I love it when the first snowfall happens. It just feels so perfect and homey, as though every day were Christmas.

Oh yeah!

It’s usually this time of month when the first snowfall happens, and this is when me and my family all pack out ski stuff and move up into our cabin at Whistler. We pretty much have two homes; one on the mountain, and one down in the city. The one up on the mountain is the best one in my opinion, suburbia life is boring in my opinion.

We unpack all of our things from the car and since the driveway is all snowy, there is someone that has to sacrifice their dry socks in order to make tracks for everyone to step in. That person is usually me.

After unloading the car, we make a fire, get dinner started and scrape skis (if you’re not a ski racer, scraping means scraping the wax off the bases of the skis with this plastic card thingy. It makes your skis faster and keeps them in good condition).

My mom usually complains about the dinky oven we have (it is most definitely a senior citizen) and how she hates gas stoves because food gets stuck in the grill. Dad usually ignores all of us and re-boots the hot tub, and stands there fully clothes probably debating about where he should go in with his jeans on or go and put on his bathing suit.

My little brother will avidly run into the bedroom and turn on the Xbox, and he and I will argue about who gets to play NHL 11 because there is only one goddamn remote. Usually I win, but I suck at playing the game.

“Wow, you suck.” He’d tease me as the other team scores, again.

“Stuff it, you.” I’d say back “I’m getting in the zone.”

“Well,” he’d say all matter-of-fact “sure doesn’t look like it.”

The team scores again. I sigh.

“Yeah, whatever,” is all I have for an answer.

“Can I play n–”



Then mom would call us in for dinner, and for some reason, when we’re on the mountain, the cooking’s always better. Maybe it’s just because I’m at the best place on earth (Whistler Mountain), or just because she tries harder here.

But either way, the cabin life is quaint. It’s fantastic and utterly amazing. No one can say otherwise, because we all know it’s true. I’d trade after-school traffic for a snowy mountain and a roaring fireplace any day.

Ski racing is supposed to be a tough sport. No whining, complaining, moping or wimping about. However, there are always those people that can’t seem to just pull up their socks and just tough it out. But NO, their fingers are cold, or their hair is too tangled. Yeah, well….you know know what? MY WHOLE BODY HURTS.

But they just keep going off about how: the course is to long, the gates should be softer because they hurt too much.

So I just stand there thinking:

But I guess you’ll get those types in any sport, but ski racing is one of those that put up with it, but eventually those kids never continue, for if you don’t love it, then why do it, as my dad would always say to me.

Just a little short post before I go and pack my 1000 and three ski items before we go and move into our cabin tomorrow. Which will clearly look like this:


Ski season has officially begun!!!



If you’re like me, an inherently uncoordinated person, you probably have issues of things like skipping, running and walking. Try it all on skis.

I used to be the most uncoordinated, lanky and awkward kid on the ski team. I couldn’t do box jumps to save my life (box jumps are lateral jumps across a wooden box–it gets taller when you’re older).

So, usually, if I try to impress a cute guy on the team, my run always ends up like this:


Never really does work out.



I love ski racing and skiing in general, but one thing that I find the most embarrassing about the sport is, yep, you guessed it…

Goggle tans.

You’re up at around six thirty in the morning, you get your stuff on, scarf down breakfast, get your backpack, skis, poles and boots and you’re off to the lift. The last thing on your mind is if you put enough sunscreen on, that is, when you’re half awake and yawning.

You put your boots on and hop onto the lift. Usually, being a ski racer, you’ll meet one of your teammates and go up the chair with them, chat about who said what and who has a thing for who, so there goes your second chance of slapping on sunscreen.

It’s only until about lunchtime that you put on the sunscreen, and by then, you’re already starting to look like you have a beard (something grossly attractive when you’re a teenage girl). Some people think it’s cool to have a goggle tan, and I guess it’s okay when you’re around your ski friends, but once you go back to school people look at you funny. “I thought that only guys did Movember,” they’d say. Oh, the humiliation.

Some skier’s goggle tans fester early on in the season, but thankfully, being one who tans easily, there is an SPF that goes up to 110 (you can buy it at Walmart) and I didn’t have that big of a goggle tan (if not none) when I came back from Vail this year. SCORE!

Some of my good buds get really bad ones, I mean, how can you do that to yourself? One of my friends had a goggle tan so dark that one half of his face looked like he was black, and the other half was whiter than the driven snow.

Also kids, if you think that goggle tans are just for the recreational ski racer and the spandex-wearing fool, think again. Even Kim Kardashian gets one.

What a scary sight.

That’s all for now, my fellow snow bunnies. Until next time!


One thing I get all the time about ski racing is the painful yet common comment about how tight our ‘spandex suits’ are.

I hate it when people call them that. Every time I tell them that I’m a ski racer, I usually get the response of “Oh, you’re the kids that wear those tight spandex suits”.

First off, kid, the name of this ‘spandex suit’ is actually called a downhill suit. Why do we wear them? No, it is not because we’re secretly disco dancers, it’s because it’s aerodynamic. What’s a ski racer if there’s no speed?

Yes, I know that the downhill suit can be a bit, erm, unflattering on the boys, who are, erm, having some technical difficulties with their bodies, but us girls don’t have issues. We like to think we look like this:

But the public’s look at us all like:


Don’t make fun of us. We’d probably slay you on the hill anyways. We’re the kids that use the slow signs as gates. Or, sometime we use the newbs as gates too, since they move so slowly.

Just kidding.

Anyways, downhill suits come in a variety of colors, patterns and the like. There are even ones that can cost up to 500$. Shocking, right? There’s many things I could buy with 500 bucks, starting with groceries, which my fridge desperately needs.

There’s many a downhill suit brand. And like designer labels, there are brands that are more favored than others. There are downhill suits that are modeled after top-notch World Cup racers (celebrities in our eyes), ones made specially for national teams and provincial teams.

World Cup Champion Lindsey Vonn at Lake Louise in 2011

However, a downhill suit fashion faux-pas is probably a downhill suit that is too saggy in the bum. The suit must fit tight in all areas (yes, front and back), and seeing girls in the start corral with saggy butts just makes me wince in pain.


So, there we have it, our very first ‘Real Facts About Ski Racing’. I promise you that there will be more. If you have a suggestion about what I could post next, give me shout in the comment box.

See you on the hill,