Last day of training, I got to the track real early today, first person there (as usual), and did a track walk. There is so much you have to get right on the day to have a real fast run, I am just starting to understand how much is needed. Mark Elliot was at the track this morning, Mark is from the WOP program (the winter olympic performance program run by the NZOC and the NZ Academy of Sport), Mark is over here to meet all the skeleton and Bob athletes, and get a beter understanding of the two sports, unfortunately most people in NZ think of skeleton and Bobsleigh as skeleton/bobsleigh, rather than two totally different sports (the way tennis and hockey are different), but I think Mark has now seen the difference. It is stange having people at the track there to watch me, I am not used to it.
My first run was very frustrating, I hit loads of entries, just tapping the wall at the entry of the corner, and getting a bump. My time was slow, and I felt annoyed with myself after the run. But my second run was much better, I did alot of things right, and it was easy, effortless, the run felt wonderful, infact it was a screamer, one of those runs where as you cross the finish line you just have to let out a "woooohooooo" , not a cheesey hollywood one but an uncontrolable thrilling powerful release of adrenaline induced excitement. Wicked. But then I saw my time and it was just as slow as the first run. It is frustrating. What is so strange about skeleton is that your best feeling, clean, smooth runs are often the slow ones... I just have to let her fly and relax, and let her get right upto the edge of being out of control, scare myself even and then I think I'll have a real fast run.
I am in the top group for the draw in this race, I am the 10th highest ranked athlete here! My draw was fantastic, 3rd, that is the best draw I have ever had.
The day would not be complete with out something crazy happening in the kiwi camp, and well, today I managed to reverse Turcs big North American car right over my back pack, squshing everything inside and leaving a huge dirty, snowy tire print across my bag! What and idiot, luckily my helmet was not crushed.
Tomorrows a day off, time to relax, sand runners, think about the race, visualise, and show Ben and Karen around Canada Olympic Park.