Bonjour! The XC World Cup moved to France last week so we spent the past week in La Clusaz a small resort town in the French alps. France was a new country for me to race in. I also studied abroad in southern France so I was excited to return and parlez francais encore and race in a new location.
- The French are very proud of their food and we were served some of the best meals yet this past week. Dinners were a long affair starting with bread and soup, then a salad or some other starter, then a main course with meat or fish, and finally this cheese platter. The last night the hotel staff wanted to serve us a special French meal so we had pate and foie gras to start which was not my favorite but the steak and sauteed mushrooms were incredible. (Liz Stephen photo)
While the week of great skiing, delicious food, and speaking French was great, I was excited to race. Saturday was a 10km classic race. I once again started towards the back of the mass start but had moved up to the back of this big pack by about 2km. All the other US ladies were in the pack and it was exactly where I wanted to be. Unfortunately as we crested this hill, my skis iced up and I found myself running on stilts as the rest of the pack glided down the gradual downhill in a tuck. I lost contact and spent the rest of the race trying to move up when I could while scraping my skis off at the top of every hill. It was great practice in regaining focus and not giving up when the race doesn't play out as planned. I managed to sneak into the points with a 29th place finish.
- Sunday was relay day and Sadie and I were ready to go with star knee socks, glitter, and flag capes since we weren't racing. We were very enthusiastic cheerers and a course official I think mistook me for a drunk spectator who had climbed the fence and tried to kick me off the course but I showed him my athlete bib and got to stay.