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All it takes is a little trust

I started sliding skeleton in 1995 in Calgary, Alberta, the site of the 1988 Winter Olympics. In 1996 I took my first trip overseas and competed in my first World Cup, well then it was called "Ladies FIBT cup" but same difference, in Kongissee, Germany and won a silver medal.

The track was built in 1968 and definitely reflects its age in its architectural design. It's the first permanent, artificially refrigerated track and instead of having the classic concrete snake design hidden in the mountains it has dark wood panels covering the concrete.  There are no short walls in the massive "S" corners, so spectators can walk right into the belly of the corner as a sled speeds past.
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When I fell, my country picked me up

With the one-year anniversary of the Vancouver/Whistler Olympic Games upon us, I've had many different thoughts and emotions about my journey and the unexpected heartbreaking outcome.

When I got back to the athletes' village after my devastating fifth-place finish in skeleton, I was looking for a hole to crawl into. Instead, my country picked me back up. The emails and hand-written letters started to pour in from across Canada.
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The magic of St. Moritz

Every year when we arrive at the one-of-kind natural track in St. Moritz, Switzerland, I'm awestruck by the amount of work put into this masterpiece.

The history is incredible too. St. Moritz is where our sport originated, and the current track is a spin-off of the famous Cresta course built in the late 19th century.
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In skeleton, and life, timing is everything

I was sitting in the hot tub tonight with two of my teammates when we got to talking about our early days in skeleton.

The three of us all come from different generations of sliders, and we were reminiscing about what it was like when we first started in the sport and the journey it has taken us on.
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Mixed emotions in my return to Whistler

Nostalgic, sentimental recollection.

That's what I felt a few weeks ago when I arrived at the Whistler Sliding Centre, nine months after my disappointing performance at the 2010 Winter Olympic Games.
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