My favorite race was the sprint because it was my only start. I loved it because it felt like an honor to race at the Olympics. A lot of times my most important races are fun but also full of pressure and expectation but this one just felt like a chance to celebrate all of the hard work it took to get here.

My most memorable moment outside of the races was spending time with my teammates just hanging out. I loved biking around, shooting hoops, and watching other events.

This experience meant the world to me. It gave me the opportunity to be so completely present and grateful. The whole time I was there I had memories flooding back to me from all different points of racing and training. Some of the memories were from hard workouts. Some were from fun and beautiful adventures. Some were of races that went really well, or really bad. Some were from times that had nothing to do with racing at all. But the one thing all of these memories had in common was the realization of how many people have touched my life and ski career. How many people have been there for me whether I was racing fast or not. It felt like all of the hard work, challenges, stress, grueling workout, tired giggles, and special moments came full circle to this moment of being at the Olympic Games.

One thing I saw that I didn’t expect was a lot of heart break. The TV highlights all of the overwhelming joy of dreams coming true. Whether that is making the Olympics or winning a medal or having a personal best. All of those things are very much true, but there is also a lot of heartache and disappointment. People who didn’t quite make the team, people who didn’t quite get the result they wanted, or people who didn’t get all of the race starts that they hoped for. The one thing about having a lot of hope is that it can hurt when it doesn’t workout. I saw a lot of things work out, but I saw a lot of near misses too. It is quite symbolic of life.