My dream of becoming a skeleton athlete began at the age of 4 when my mom would take my brother and I to the California snow. Ok, there is one truth and one lie in that sentence. The truth: Every winter we would drive up Angeles Crest Highway in La Canada-Flintridge after the first snow, find the closest mountain (read: mound), grab our multi-colored snow discs and slide away.
However, it would be another 22 years before I first saw skeleton in the 2002 Olympics and another 4 years after that before I would take my first run.
So, Mom, I blame you for first exposing me to the thrill of speed on ice. And by blame you, I mean thank you.
However, it would be another 22 years before I first saw skeleton in the 2002 Olympics and another 4 years after that before I would take my first run.
So, Mom, I blame you for first exposing me to the thrill of speed on ice. And by blame you, I mean thank you.
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It's clear from this pic that I am merely trying to calm down my excitable brother. I remember saying, "If you think this is scary, wait til the blizzard you'll drive through in upstate New York one day!"
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