Skiing, racing and all the space in between
Sometimes it feels like the chilly treadmill that is winter will never end. The car will always be wet and filthy, the socks will stay stinky, the dry skin will remain stuffed under layers of fleece, and the weekends will be a blur of thawing feet and reheated leftovers. And then finally, it happens. The ice releases all the snow off the roof, spontaneous on-mountain picnics appear, parking lot tailgates pop up, the costumes come … » read more
The Holy Grail of “days on snow” is no match for the steady burn of intrinsic motivation
It was a typical evening scene in our house. My husband and I were chatting about current events lite—weather, gas prices, potential carpet colors—while my youngest son was ensconced in a project at the kitchen table, paying us little to no attention. That is, until the conversation turned to Tyler Hamilton’s newly released book, The Secret Race, and Lance Armstrong’s demise. From his seat at the table my son suddenly engaged into our discussion. “You … » read more
Raising an Olympian– the case for stepping back and chilling out vs hovering and pushing.
Note: I first wrote this on March 1, 2012. Since then I’ve reposted it every year in early March. Deep breaths and smiles everyone. It’s quite possibly a long, rollercoaster month ahead! It’s that time of year. March Madness. And of course I’m talking about skiing not basketball. This is when it all happens—regional champs, state champs, Junior Olympics, etc. Lofty goals and supercharged energy converge as the biggest events in a young ski racer’s … » read more
This ran in the local paper. I hope it’ll make you smile or feel a bit warm and fuzzy. The Miracle on Mascoma St. By Edie Thys Morgan I have many lists in the kitchen, but only one has a title. “The Lost” is a growing tally of mysterious disappearances that I truly mourn. Included are things like my hockey skates that were new last year, one son’s down jacket and the other son’s camera, … » read more