Motel in Aspen… Minimal Olympic coverage :(

“Dear American broadcasters,

You suck at showing Olympic coverage down here, get it together, eh?



– The letter I am almost convinced to send into NBC.

So it finally happened! I made it down an Olympic run! After a few bumps, excuse the pun :), the few days previous the SG on Saturday, my attitude in the start gate was definitely not “all or nothing”, as it usually is. My entire ora on the morning of the SG was different then it had been for the Dh races… Going up the chair lift alone listening to music, taking in the gorgeous scenery around me, I had a huge smile on my face. I felt solid on my skis, and tried to take my positive energy into the race . In the lodge before my run, watching a lot of girls DNF or make costly mistakes those nerves of mine definitely crept up and tried to smother me. Fortunately, I think my stoked attitude clouded those nerves enough for me to ski smart, and rip into that finish to hear the roaring crowd of amazing fans!

After exiting the finish coral I met with my family and friends… It was overwhelming, to say the least, seeing the people who care the most to me so proud and happy for me, after a race that was far from good. That is the one thing I have taken from this amazing experience, the thousands of people that cheered for me didn’t even really care how I did! They were behind me in whatever I achieved in Whistler. This heart warming support I saw from people just because I had on an Canada jacket, multiplied ten fold when I was surrounded by the people I have known for my entire life. You know who you are. And my love for you all is crazy, ridiculously big. What up.

I am in Basalt, C.O right now with the Europa Cup team. A team with a total of two athletes. Steph Irwin and I are holding down the fort here in our fairly ghetto motel (nope, that wasn’t a typo) room. We have made a new friend already, Jimmy, who lives in the ceiling above Steph’s side of the room. I didn’t offer to switch beds… Is that mean? We think he’s a rat. Aaron, aka Speedy, our service man, thinks he’s a raccoon. He’s kiwi . You may laugh at his awesome accent when you meet him, we all do, daily 🙂 Tim, Walter, (coaches) Speedy, Steph and I went up to the mountain today just to free ski and take a look at the DH track. I had 4ft deep fresh, amazingly light, powder runs with my fat skis. It. Was. Crazy. Fun. DH training runs start tomorrow! Steph is starting 10 and I’m running 4!



My first name is Alice. I'm called by my middle name, Georgia. I grew up getting beat up by my 3 older brothers Christian, Boyd and Julian. They rock. I love pretty much every sport there is, except maybe rhythmic gymnastics. I wonder who invented that one? Cooking is a fun pastime on a rainy day. The feeling of being on the brink of disaster, going as fast as possible, is indescribable. And I'm not talking about driving a car. It feels awesome being completely and utterly exhausted after giving 110% during a workout. I tell my mother everything (almost)... Examining snowflakes fall onto my jacket while on the chair lift could keep me bewildered for hours(haha, ok maybe not HOURS). I'm pretty sure I make myself laugh too often. Listening to music with my headphones keeps me sane. Making someone smile is contagious. Finishing a knitting project, such as a wicked awesome headband, is totally satisfying. I love being Canadian and having people laugh after I say the words "eh" and "toque". And it happens often. Having friends around the globe is a really cool thing. Experiencing different cultures is eye opening. Traveling all over the world is the best thing, but there is nothing like flying into Vancouver, eating a home cooked meal with my family, and falling asleep in my own bed.

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