Chapter Two
I c***k my neck, staring up at the snow hill littered with too many damn novice snow lovers vying for space. Preparing for the Classics jumbles my mind as all the different sides of myself push to the forefront. The responsible one that knows I’m here to do a job. The technical one that’s looking at all the dips and curves of the slope and calculating the best route down. And the kid inside who’s eager for a chance to mess around in the powder.
The grueling hours of training will continue after this pit stop, but I need to recharge and remember why I love this sport. There’s nothing better than alone time on the slopes for that, except maybe veering off to backcountry to discover a new favorite spot.
“There you are!” Candice, my sports agent screams. Her blonde hair flies in
