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Running the Gauntlet Through the Classics
Buckle up, it’s January. It may only be a few weeks since my last post, but these weeks feel as though they’ve been jam-packed with racing action. It’s the month of the class
Between Gates, Holidays, and Heartbreak
December was packed with moments that kept me on my toes. Four races unfolded in the span of a couple weeks, threaded between Christmas celebrations and marking my 30th birthday. A
Reality Check to Start the Season
The months of training leading into the race season can feel endless—then suddenly you find yourself in the start gate feeling like no time has gone by at all. It may have been
From the Archives Vol.1: Hospitals Are Better With Friends
December 13, 2020 Cam Alexander was laid out on his back on a hard X-ray table. He had just arrived at the clinic via toboggan and ambulance, and was undergoing an assessment of hi
Second Chile Camp ’25: Seasonal Confusion in Chillan
The return to Chile came quickly after an action-packed ten days at home between camps. When I signed off in my last post, I was working on the final preparations to launch this ye
First Chile Camp ’25; Portillo Delivered the Goods
Just a couple weeks ago I was soaking up peak summer at home, and honestly, the idea of heading into winter in South America didn’t feel all that exciting. That’s part of the g
Off-season, On-snow: New Boots, Old Glacier, and a Special New Gondola
Just as July arrived and it finally started to feel like the peak of summer was around the corner, our team had to put that aside and make the trip to the glacier in Zermatt, Switz
End of 24/25 Season: Mind the Mindset
I was sitting in the team hospitality tent next to the finish grand stand in Sun Valley at 2pm when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and read “due to the present wind situation, u
Finding Some Grit, Growth, and a Spot in the World Cup Finals
I pushed out of the start and skated as hard as I could towards the first gate of the Super G course. The race slope in Crans Montana was quite flat, so there was no time for easin