Returning to My Roots

After almost three years working in corporate America, I made a decision this fall to return to my roots. This meant quickly finding a job as a race coach and really starting up Chinese Downhill. We had been working on the site for over six months and the more I connect with people, the more I realized how much I missed the ski culture. I decided to use my racing experience and contacts to land a job as a coach at one of the Eastern academies. After a couple weeks of searching, I was contacted by NYSEF and offered an assistant J3 position. It was perfect. I had only raced at Lake Placid once (when I was 13), but still remembered the town and knew it would be the perfect place to spend my winter.

It wasn't just working on Chinese Downhill that brought me back to skiing. Someone asked me recently what I would consider a perfect day. My perfect days have been spent on the mountain. Getting off the lift on a blue bird day, tightening my boots, and heading down the trail. Whether it was groomed, death cookies, or powder, the feeling at the top of the lift always remains the same. Pure happiness to be on the mountain. I wanted that back, and knew that the city could never offer me that same perfect happiness.

So here is the start of something new, in order to get back to the root of what makes me who I am.