After two years with out clicking into my downhill skis, I stepped into my bindings at Lake Louise. On Monday the day before official training started, we were there to do a test run of the track, with only a quick inspection of the course. Since crashing in my first downhill race speed has been something I have had to fight against I was nerves but I have been confident and comfortable on the slope before, so at the start I focused on calming my nerves and, keeping my body forward to ski confidently. I had watched the run many times, and replayed it again and again in my head, helping grow my confidence to race down the Lake Louise downhill track. I came down to the bottom, wanting to improve and the desire to go faster; I was very proud of myself for what I accomplished that day.
On day two the track was much faster, more than most of us expected. I was taken-aback by the speed and had a hard time trying to get ahead of it; looking forward, Then on the third day I was more nervous, and reflecting back, could have been in a better head space. Coming into the more challenging part of the course I may have had too much direction, gotten in the back seat or was thrown off by the snow structure. The next thing I was heading towards the net, I thought for an instant “can I save myself?” Then I new that there was no chance and was going to end up in the nets. I rode along the suspended a-net for what felt like a while, hit the snow, and slid down the pitch. I sat up with my lips numb from the cold snow. When I sat up I was in shock, trying to decipher what had happened. I got up and skied down with a patrol, still very much in shock.
Since then it had been a bit of a battle, fighting the negative thoughts away, and questing the condition of my head. I was told to precaution this as a head injury, witch was very concerning for me considering my past. It seems though that I have only suffered from blunt force trauma to my back and neck, and I know I am lucky to get off with only a minor injury.
Things are seeming to be moving in a positive direction though. I spent the last few days of the race hanging out and being cared for by my parents and did some easy free skiing with my dad. I started to see physio, massage/sport therapist, and chiro, who are all helping me get back on my skis again.