The USASA National Championships (2013)

It is over.

The night before the National Championships, Daylen and I remembered back to last August when the first idea struck my mind. At that time, the impossibles seemed so vast. Now they're behind us...and they weren't impossible.

The day of the race, my nerves hit an odd wall of calm. I could almost call it excitement. The course belonged to me. I didn't feel like an outcast among the racers anymore, I was a racer. God brought me here and I wouldn't be afraid.

Photo courtesy: My wonderful sister, Melanie Shea

My family and husband hiked from the lift to the course. I trained. Time trials approached. My goal for Nationals? To make it into the brackets. Twenty-two girls were racing and only the top sixteen moved into brackets. I'd never made it to brackets before and I'd be racing the best in the nation. God knew the desires of my heart. In fact, He gave me these desires, way back in August. He knew best what would glorify Him. I trusted.

My dad and Daylen--my two coaches--waxed my board right before my run, pouring every bit of elbow grease into their work. When I strapped it on, sitting in line for the starting gate, I stood on waxed gold. My board never felt this good.

I slid into the start gate. Deep breath. Slow blink. My ten-second window beeped, echoing through my ears and into my fluttering stomach. 

Jesus... I thought.

I pulled from the start gate with a grunt and attacked the mountain.

Photo Courtesy: Melanie Shea

Photo Courtesy: Melanie Shea

My nerves evaporated the moment I landed a perfect start. The snow had softened and I concentrated on my line down the hill. Half way through the course, I smiled and said aloud, "I feel so free."

Indeed, I did. Excitement and joy replaced any hesitation or doubts. I'd never felt so calm on a course, even though I had a little fumble at the end. I finished panting and went straight to the time board. 

51.02 seconds. 

I only needed to beat six girls. 

I beat nine.

My dad and Daylen met up with me. I couldn't stop smiling. Dad bought me a Snickers bar and we went back up to the top for my next race...in the quarterfinals. They re-waxed my board and I entered the gate with three other girls.

"Have a good run, ladies," I said. They replied with concentrated grunts...and they all had great runs. Except me.

I fumbled the start and lost my speed. I never caught up with them, but I still enjoyed the rest of the course. My family and husband still cheered with me. I still placed 13th. And God threw a huge party.

This may be the end. Daylen and I think it is. The only way I'd continue is if I received an invitation to the World Championships, but it's unlikely and out of our hands. So how do we feel?

Wonderful.

No, we didn't make it to the Olympic podium, but we dreamed like professionals. We went for it anyway. And this story is ours forever. No one can ever take it. Living it inspired us. Sharing it will hopefully inspire our children. God took Daylen and me to completely new levels of trust and relationship. He showed us the beauty of living a crazy story for Him. I discovered His joy in adventure. 

This one may be over, but it's certainly not the last one. Already, Daylen and I wondered aloud on our 10 hour drive home,

"What's next?"

36 Hours and Counting...

Tomorrow I return to Copper Mountain to compete in the National Championships.

*deep breath*

I try to whisk myself back to August when I first dreamed of this venture. The idea of competing in the Nationals seemed so out of reach, so daring. Now I'm here. The day after tomorrow I'll be on the course. 

Training didn't go as planned. I signed up for three days and only trained two because of a mild concussion on the second day. If ever I wished I could reverse a crash, it was then. I'd only trained half the course hard. The last half, I haven't tried yet at full speed, but I'll be racing on it whether I like it or not.

God took away the confidence I could have placed in my own training. He reminded me to trust Him, that it's not about my own strength. So I flew home, uncertain and battling nerves.

I don't know what will happen in two days. I've dreamed about it every night since coming home. I dreamed of winning, of placing in the middle, and of forgetting to drive to Colorado (panic!). I'm okay with any outcome. God has changed my life through this process. He's changed Daylen's. He's changed the lives of others. Isn't that what started this? Desire for His glory?

May the glory continue! Watch for a race update soon.

My Recent Races

I went to my first race without Daylen.

Sun Valley, Idaho hosted the last stop in the Revolution Tour. The course itself was steeper than any I'd been on so far. It didn't help that my training day took place during a 40 mph windstorm. It was difficult enough trying to stand upright in the gate, let alone race down the course. Training was cancelled early and pushed over to the next day--race day.

I was accompanied by my faithful mom during this trip. I'd booked a Best Western that God turned into an Austrian get-away just for us. We arrived to scalloped wood, waving European flags, and feather beds. 

Race day was quite different from training day. No wind at all and an icy course. As we trained, I realized how much emotional support Daylen brings when he's with me. Without him, I found it harder to quell my nervousness. It rode a pogo-stick in my stomach eventually making me feel ill, but I knew even though he was in Tennessee, he was praying. His prayers were evident. I didn't have a single painful crash. God kept His protective hand around me. Other competitors went to the hospital.

I placed 17th and felt quite proud of my performance. I reached a new level of "attacking" the course (it helped that I could hear Mom rooting every time I passed her spot). Now I'm in Copper Mountain, Colorado, completing three training days a week prior to the National Championships. So far, the course is challenging, but not impossible. Daylen is back in Missouri and my dad is coaching me while I train. Dad has insight that only my dad can have--he is the man who can teach anything. As a result, I now have a strong start on the course. Two days down and much progress has been made. 

Next stop, National Championships! April 4th is the big day. Daylen will be there and I plan to race hard.

Epic God

"God's highest agenda for our lives is not that they be simply good, moral, and responsible, but that they be spiritually intriguing, even mystifying. A Christlike life is one that puzzles, attracts, disrupts, entices, enrages, comforts, rebukes, and most of all, radically loves those around it. It's a life that provokes others to a new contemplation of God. His design for us is that [we] not be merely well-adjusted, contributing members of society, but living dispensers of His spectacularness wherever He puts us on this earth." - Dwight Edwards

Two weeks felt like a year. 

As I laced my boots for my last Raging Buffalo race, I thought how fond I'd become of my ant-hill. People knew my name. They knew I'd be there. I was no longer "the older girl" racing. I was family.

 

Last week we raced in SkiBrule, Michigan. The hill was bigger and the staff treated you like the long-lost favorite relative. The weather was foggy and freezing, icing my goggles after every race, but God provided me with some surprise coaching. I learned and practiced passing during a race, I learned to perfect my line through the course, and I finished all three races without a single crash. Oh yeah, and I won a snowboard! (A Burton Blunt V-Rocker 151 if anyone's interested. I'll give a good price!)

This week, back at Raging Buffalo I was again the lone female open-class racer paired against three burly men. We were all in our own classes, so as long as each of us finished we'd all get gold medals.

In the start gate, I pictured a dreamy image of getting out of the gate first, cutting tight corners with a perfect line, and finishing ahead of all three men. The possibility looked good when I got first gate pick. I'd spent the morning surveying the short course and mentally walking myself through the difficult sections. We lined up, already bumping elbows. And this is what happened:

I'm the short one.

Guess which one's me!

Yup, I'm the one underneath the giant man-in-black.

I am now home with bruises in the shape of a Kessler snowboard edge across my swollen knee-cap and deadened muscles from neck to abs. 

And a gold medal. ;)

As I told my husband, "I'm happy as long as it's all bruising and soreness." Give me black bruises. Make me too sore to walk. Just don't tear a muscle or break a bone.

I may feel like a sodden dish rag, but I'm qualified and invited to the National Championships! Praise the Lord! 

So where am I spiritually with all this? I discovered a wonderful quote that sums it up perfectly:

Dream so big that you scare yourself into such full dependency that you need God to pull it off. - Matthew Barnett

Daylen and I have a big dream and we're "scared" (more like nervously and excitedly thrust) into total dependency. God's pulling it off and life feels thickly epic right now. We're soaking it in, but can one ever really soak in such an epic God? I don't know, but we plan to try.

Hole Shot Tour: Day 4

The Hole Shot Tour reaches a close (for me, anyway). My qualification run went well. I was pleased with my performance even though I placed 17th. I missed moving on to the finals by one place, but I was okay with that. This experience taught me a lot about God's faithfulness, my husband's faithfulness, and my own weakness.

I've seen where I need to grow. I've seen a glimpse of what God asks from me. He doesn't want me to play things safe. There's no risk in that, which means there's really no faith in that. When I fully trust Him, with my safety, with my score, and with my pain, I see Him clearly. 

Next race is next weekend in Raging Buffalo (the ant hill). It's easy for me to feel like laughing at the small course I'll be tackling after four days at Copper Mountain, but it's still learning. It's still my road to the National Championships. God uses the small things. Raging Buffalo is one of them. I am another.

Hole Shot Tour: Day 3

RACE DAY (1 of 2)!!!

 

Today, the butterflies went wild swarming into each racer's mid-section until we all felt sick...at least that's how I imagined everyone else feeling because that's how I felt.

I woke this morning prepared to be comfortable taking last place, but Daylen woke after a night that left him feeling we should not limit our requests of God. He felt urged to think with a mindset of greater things. We adjusted our thinking...and I boarded the best courses yet. Rollers seemed smaller, I felt more in control, energy was pumping, and my nerves were settling.

Qualifications started. I was number 74. Each girl would race alone, timed, and the top 16 (out of 25) would head to the final that afternoon. My turn came. I entered the gate and heard the official say, "Ten seconds."

God, this is Your race, I thought, and launched myself out of the start gate. Every jump, every turn, every roller, went great...until I saw the wave of a yellow flag. Mid-course, gasping for breath, I stopped. The girl in front of me had fallen.

I reached the bottom, hopped on a snowmachine (aka. snowmobile), and zoomed back up for a re-run. Every other racer waited on me. No one could go until I re-raced, but I was still catching my breath.

I jogged to the start gate, strapped in, and an official knelt beside me. "Everyone's watching you," he said in a gentle voice. "But take the time you need. Go when you're ready."

I sucked in deep breaths, but my heart wouldn't stop hammering. It's now or never.

Back in the start gate, less nervous than before, I craved a replay of previous great start. When I pulled myself out the gate, all went fine until halfway down the course and I found it even harder to breathe. So hard, in fact, my concentration completely left the course and turned to my burning lungs. That's when I lost control on my bank turn and careened into the fencing.

I've seen racers crash into fencing on TV before. It doesn't look too bad, it looks more like a cushion. Well, it's not a cushion. It's more like a zillion stiff bungee cords that latch onto you like leeches and stop you with a jolt.

I was tangled like a fly in a web, but I hadn't gone outside of the course yet. It took me a good 25 seconds to pull myself out. By that time, a ski patrol had run up to me in a panic. Before he could say anything, I asked, "Can I still finish?"

He paused a moment (while I pushed myself up), and as I boarded away trying to make up time, I heard him say into his walkie-talkie, "Uh...she's gonna finish the course."

I finished with no other mishaps. My time was 1:37.14. Everyone else was in the 50-60 second range. The race has left me grumpy at the course. There's no more room for fear. I want back on that course, NOW, to make up for that silly fall.

Good thing I have tomorrow. Maybe God knew this was just what I needed to give me the push to be fearless.

Hole Shot Tour: Day 2

The second day of training inevitably leaves me on the brink of race day. Today I learned an important lesson after a particularly hard crash.....

...those two rollers I was trying to gap? Well....I shouldn't try to gap them (it's okay if this doesn't make sense to you). Just another moment of accepting a weakness. I can't do what everyone else is doing (aka. gapping the rollers). When I get intense air, I'm in less control. The more I stay on the ground, the better. Once I understood this, God gave me a crash-less run. 

Today I was Gideon with a small army.

I was Caleb, unafraid of the enemy (i.e. competitors)

I was Joshua looking foolish boarding with the professionals.

But I was His. I am His.

Peace came today, despite my crashes and my speed checks. I'm nervous about tomorrow, but not afraid. I'll be racing 25 other women. Only the top 16 move on to the finals. I'm not in my own bracket this time. And that's okay.

Until tomorrow, my friends.