Skiers work even harder in the summer

I know the line is said often, but I truly cannot believe it is already August!

I have had an amazing summer so far. It has been eye opening, filled with lots of travel, and of course tons of sweating and pushing my limits… I would have it no other way.

I decided in the spring time, after my winter season of Ski Cross was finished, to try out a new cross training sport. So, after a few phone calls, instead of flying south for a vacation like almost every ski racer does, I hopped on a plane to join the Canadian National Track Cycling team for a camp in Las Angeles. At least it was warm there! I knew absolutely nothing about track cycling, and had never been on a track bike before, ever. FYI- track bikes have no breaks, they have clip in pedals, and there is no coasting; you stop peddling a track bike and you’re getting hurtled over your handle bars kissing pavement at 60k or more. I was told before the camp that I could be good at it because of my leg strength from skiing, and to “never stop pedaling!”.

After the week in LA with the National Team, getting a crash course in track cycling, I had fallen in love with the sport. And I never crashed! The following month back home in Vancouver consisted of two a day workouts in the gym, riding my bike, running, yoga, spending time with my family.

Most of my June was spent back with the Track Cycling team for my second camp in Trexlertown, Pennsylvania. Trexlertown, ‘Ttown’, is an international hub of Track cycling. I quickly realized that this was the big leagues, and a huge step above the scene in LA. We were at the track almost every day of the week and racing two nights a week. This was my first experience of racing and I was getting thrown in against other national teams from around the world, stacked against world cup winners and olympians. I was in over my head. I was with the sprint track team, but my coaches had me racing in both sprint and endurance races to get as much exposure as I could. The confidence I have on the mountain at the top of a ski cross world cup, was no where to be found on the track. I was a very little fish in a very large pond. Yet after 3 weeks of immersing myself in a completely new and somewhat terrifying environment, I felt rare moments of confidence racing around the track with 30 other talented women.

To conclude my summer of track cycling, I have never seen bigger legs in my entire life, both men and women. I thought skiers had strong legs. I cannot describe how massively powerful the men sprinters’ legs were that I saw every day in tight spandex…

After my camp ended in TTown, I had a few days back in Vancouver to gear up for my first on snow camp which I just finished up in Whistler on the Blackcomb Glacier with my ski cross crew. We were up on the glacier every morning pulling starts, and getting royally worked by our trainer in the afternoons in the gym, going on epic 3hr mountain bike rides, pump track sessions, power and quickness circuits outside, and back flipping on the tramp during gymnastics classes at Whistler Gymnastics. The ski cross team as a lot of development on the guys side that were training with us in Whistler, it was great having new young fresh faces join us and push us!

I cannot wait for our next on snow camp where we are heading to Argentina in September with the snowboard cross team!

Feel free to follow me on Instagram and Twitter to see my latest adventures! Next up, family time at our cottage in Ontario. Expect some pictures of extremely large spiders (we have no electricity, and obviously minimal insulation in our rugged and perfect little cabin), the cutest little nuggets ever, my nephews, workout pics of course, and some cliff jumping with my brothers!




















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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