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.
Which we’re TOTALLY NOT DOING….
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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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!
- Silhouette (Original Mix) by Avicii
- Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia
- Feel Again by One Republic (DJ Kue Remix)
- Spectrum (Say My Name) by Florence + The Machine (Calvin Harris Remix)
- Spaceman by The Killers
- Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey
- Part of Me by Katy Perry (Mia Moretti and Caitlin Moe Remix)
- Animal by Miike Snow
- Punching in A Dream by The Naked And Famous
- Deadbeat Summer by Neon Indian
- Dreams and Disasters by Owl City
- Take A Walk by Passion Pit
- American Girl by Dave Edwards and Silver Medallion
- Shark in The Water by VVBrown (Louis La Roche Remix)
- 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.
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,
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…
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.
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.
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.
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,