Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
My “restful” time at home, was less than relaxing. My mom and I moved into a new, smaller, but more elegant house. That consisted of nothing but packing boxes, moving boxes, and getting rid of SO MUCH stuff. Then trying to find a spot for all of the things we moved. There were things that had to be put together; such as our new huge bookshelf (that is already full), nightables, and the worst of the worst my bed frame. Who writes directions for the bed frames at The Brick? I would like to make a complaint! But the house looks so much better and is much more fitting!By our river... trying to see if I inherited my dad's talent. answer: no.In between packing boxes, I decided to try my hand at cooking. Not so much baking because… I will eat everything within an hour, but cooking. I am looking for new recipes if anyone has any!
After a week at home, we headed out to Calgary for a couple days of testing. Two days of blood, sweat and tears later, we headed to Nakiska to ski! The first thing I have to say is that there is a new chair at Nakiska, which means no more freezing on the slowest, longest chair ever! The new chair is so quick, it tips forwards and we get air at tower 2… WARNING! During our few days at Nakiska, I tried my hand at super g again. I may not have been super speedy or had the best tuck in the world (pointed out by Walter). But I had a lot of fun and really enjoyed our few days of speed.
Leonardo Dicaprio and Ellen Page were shooting a movie at Fortress, therefore staying at our hotel. There were several Leo sightings and a few stake outs. One meeting, one of the speed coaches told us that if we came down at 6:15am, we could get a picture with Leo… he was kidding. Not funny.
After this, we headed to Nakiska for 5 days of slalom and the food of an amazing chef! It took us all a while to get into the rhythm of slalom, but the new hill at Pano is great. The first day it poured rain. I think my rain jacket absorbed rather than repelled any water. On our fourth day, we had time trials for the World Cup slalom in Aspen… which is where I am now.
We decided to cut our trip to Pano short and travel with the World Cup girls back to Nakiska. We had three days of double sessions (slalom then gs) then headed to Calgary for our 6:30am flight to Colorado. Once in Colorado we hitched a ride with the France ski team (who were amazing to us) to Aspen instead of waiting almost 6 hours for the coaches to arrive. I have to say that I DO NOT understand a word of French, not a word. I bought a children’s book and a French English dictionary, so I can catch up on what I do know (which is not much).
So now we are in Aspen!
We eat every meal in this ritzy hotel with the rest of the girls competing. They are offering free spa treatments and we are collecting free food. We hear a lot of GO CANADA walking down the street and one man called us over to give us a chocolate bar. I can’t imagine how amazing the support for Canada is going to be in Whistler. The town here is very Christmassy and cute. The lights and decoration and making me very ready for Christmas! On that note, I should go Christmas shop!
The race is this Sunday. First run at 10am and second at 1pm! Go Canada Go!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The last few days have been fairly uneventful. The glacier has receded a little more everyday.
So far we have skied four days and while the snow melted I progressively got sicker. There is something uncomfortable about not being able to get enough oxygen in when you are doing anything that makes you slightly out of breath; such as walking up a flight of stairs.
Yesterday was our first day of gs since New Zealand. The snow was amazing where we could ski. However, the grey dirt of Solden keeps continuing to win the fight against the snow. In the morning the T-bar couldn’t open because there wasn’t enough snow on the track. For the first few runs we would free ski to the bottom of our course, change to the rental skis (aka life savers) and ski to the bottom of the t-bar. At that point I would impatiently put on my cat tracks, pick up both pairs of skis and walk to the mid- station of the gondola where I would fight through the line to squeeze onto a gondola. Needless to say, one run in my haste I forgot my rentals on the gondola.
After ten runs I was pretty beat and tired, so I was happy for the day off today. However, by the end of the day the coaches realized I probably lose about 4 tenths off my start because I regularly trip the wand. So I am excited to address that tomorrow. Typical Erin move; being way too excited and opening the wand before I even leave the gate.
We will be moving to Pitztal sooner than planned because the snow seems to be a bit better there. Pitztal is a whole other story, which I will describe at a later date.
Well I will leave you all to your everyday activities. Where people walk dogs instead of cows and there are not poo flingers driving down the road.
- Here is a new band I found... okay Ellen found and they were featured on One Tree Hill http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI4uXXVC9hw
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
My name is Erin Mielzynski. This blog is an account of my travels, my lessons learned and things I want to share with you. Not everything will be perfect, precise or necessarily exactly what is supposed to be written in a blog, but it is an account of my life from my perspective; glass half full and half empty depending on the day.
First of all, I will tell you a little about myself. In the first decade of my life, my days consisted of frantically traveling between different sports. I did many sports, but the ones that I didn’t just “test the waters” in were swimming, gymnastics, waterskiing and alpine skiing. I remember driving to swim practice after school and swimming for 2 hours. After swimming I would take a shower at the club, jump in the car and eat a grilled cheese sandwich kept hot in aluminum foil. I was rushing off to train another 3 hours at the gym club for gymnastics. I would jump on the high bars still smelling of chlorine and Pantene shampoo. I would work on homework in the car and when I got home.
I loved every minute of my busy schedule. I loved knowing what would be happening on Monday through Friday. The weekends were always set aside for some type of skiing depending on the season. I began skiing, on water and snow, at the age of 2.
In the summer, my parents would hook the boom* up to the side of our Ski Nautique. My dad would drive while my mom sang comforting songs so that I would never be afraid of the water. I would wave to my grandparents standing on shore and look forward to being as good as my sister, Jenna. My waterskiing career took of at full flight after this. Every summer was spent waterskiing 5 times each day; slalom, trick and jump. Every vacation from school and many times in between, my f
amily would travel to a “warm” destination, so that my sister and I could “walk on water” all year long. It soon became apparent that my passion was jumping. I love the feeling of being in the air at my own avail. The feeling of cutting as hard as I can at an inanimate object and launching myself as far as I can go, feeling the air pressure under my feet. I loved the speed of the ramp and the solid surface as I “kicked” off the top. It was sheer bliss. The highlights of my career included second in jumping at the Junior Worlds and first at the Junior Masters. However, the summer of 2007 was the last time I competed…
My “career” as an alpine skier began when my parents hooked me up to a harness with my tips strapped together, expecting me to know what to do. All I can say is that I absolutely loved it. I hated going in for breaks while the rest of my family skied. I remember sadly watching my parents walking to the car to go skiing while my sister and I waited inside our chalet. Needless to say, that was one of the first and last times we ever had a babysitter. I would fall asleep on the chairlift leaving my mom to ski me down Georgian peaks on her hip. The passion only grew. I missed many, many days of school (just ask my teachers) and learned how to work on the road. The year of my graduation, I became a member of the Canadian Alpine Development Ski Team. When I was told that I made the team, I knew that my dual life could continue no longer. I was forced to choose between my two loves. I followed my dream as a young girl to become a future Olympian**. I decided to dedicate my life to alpine skiing. This season will be my second year on the team.
I guess I have more to tell than I thought. Hopefully, this blog will refresh my memory and fill the gaps in everyone’s memory that is reading.
* Long pole that attaches to the side of the boat to make it easier to begin waterskiing. ** Waterskiing is not YET an Olympic Sport
(picture credits- Andy Mielzynski)