Skiing is always a rush, whether it be freeskiing, training or racing. Racing however is the one of the purest forms of adrenaline I have experienced in my life. Standing in the start gate there are many emotions that flood through me. Of course I get nervous, almost everyone does, but as the start time approaches and the 10 second countdown begins, everything goes silent. Vision focuses on the course and nothing else. Most all other sensations are blocked out. While I'm skiing not much goes through my head, muscle memory takes over and all the years of training are put to use. Crossing the finish line, everything comes back into reality and all around me is no longer quiet. Competing for me is a rush and the feeling I get from it is almost addictive. Sure we all have bad days competing, but when l have a good run and cross that finish line there is a certain feeling l get that almost lets me know, yeah that was a good one.