Update

The Olympic season is winding down, which means it’s that strange in-between period—too close to everything to see it clearly, but far enough to start reflecting. The full perspective will come later, but for now I can look back on the final stretch: Garmisch, Courchevel, a quick pivot to Nor-Am finals in Aspen, and Nationals […]

In the blink of an eye, the last four years arrived at their culmination: the 2026 Olympic Winter Games. Becoming an Olympian in Beijing was a great accomplishment, but like so many others it left me wanting more—to do it again. For the last four years I had the goal of improving my skills, of

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 classics; Wengen, Kitzbuhel, only the first half of a big racing block leading into the Games. I faced some challenges over the classic

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. Among the excitement, there was also a heavy moment: my girlfriend’s broken leg, which brought her dreams of a second Olympics to an unexpected halt.

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 a new World Cup venue in Copper Mountain, but surrounded by so many of the same faces, and feeling the same nervous energy