My friends lined my hometown course and shouted my name in every corner. He beat me two weeks earlier but this day was my day, this course was my course.
Since I was a sprinter and not a mountain goat, I always rode up front before climbs. The pace was slow, we were chatting during the ride and then, suddenly, „boom“.
Fifty four kilometres, more than two thousand six hundred entrants, my first big race and a dry mouth. I'm nervous but I am not a number.
Alpine skiing was the first competitive sport I ever participated in. And I was coming from an island where there are no ski slopes. But I am not a number.