Hmm.




I believe that one day I will look back on these times, these weeks, and think, "If only you could've more easily understood why there had to be ebbs with the flow."

I'm sitting in the Munich airport waiting for my flight home.  I've had 24 hours to let the weekend's events marinate.  I'm disappointed.  I've had high expectations of myself my entire life and I attribute a lot of my success to them.. they're too high sometimes, but they keep me going.  However, at a time like this when I know I should be more composed and trusting, I'm finding it difficult.  I know this week at home will help me reflect in a more realistic way and on the weekend when I fly back to Europe, I will have a bigger-picture mentality.  The truth is, I had an incredible kickoff to my comeback that almost skewed the reality and definition of what coming back is all about.  I was on the podium in my first week of racing and continued to do so on the European stage.  But World Cup is like war... with trenches and helmets and duct tape and padding and preparation and passion.  Ok, it's not quite like war.  But my appreciation for what it takes to be a World Cup ski racer with consistency and confidence has heightened since my two-year hiatus.  Technically, my skiing is sound.  I am a better skier than I was before my injury.  But I am not yet adjusted to the speed and anticipating terrain and the appropriate reactions at those speeds.  I am learning and building and looking hard for the positives.  Speaking of positives, here's some emo pictures I took last week.  Except the last one, the last one's of me and Anja..  She's been really helpful and supportive throughout these last few weeks.  

Ok.  Time to fly home and hug Mom and Dad and kiss my cat 165 times.

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