The Olympics Win Gold In My Book

With the Vancouver Olympics now over, Cody sums up his views from his first hand experience…

There have been a couple of times over the last couple of weeks where I’ve been a little ashamed of my British routes. I remember overhearing (read: eaves-dropping on) some guys in a bar talking about how another article had been written that just ripped the Olympics apart, and they finished that conversation with: “…. and guess who wrote the article? The British (of course).”

night lights

The Olympics received a lot of bad press from the British, and it’s a bit confusing because, to me, criticising these Olympics is like criticising Elmo. Who could do that?! In reality they’ve been absolutely in…..sane.  I’m gonna go and throw modesty to the wind and tell all the doubters that I should know because I’m here! The Olympic buzz in Whistler never came to rest. Every night different artists played a gig at the bottom of the mountain and the medal ceremonies, to massive crowds that were living off the pure excitement of the games. The Swiss practically took over the village, and every time they won gold they marched down the street ringing those frickin cowbells. The different events all told their own stories, from Shaun White achieving legendary status in the half pipe to Canada taking down the USA in the ice hockey final, completing their revenge. I was even fortunate enough to attend the ski jumping and one of the ice hockey games (Canada vs Switzerland baby) as well as skiing to the side of the Dave Murray downhill and watching all the speed skiing. Being here in the flesh at such a historic moment is one of the greatest things I’ve ever done and I’ve loved every moment. Canada were excellent hosts, and I would advise anyone who’s read otherwise to listen to me instead. It’s just a media angle. GO CANADA GO!

me and my academy colleagues ready to win gold!

Well this was more of a cranky rant than a blog on this occasion but I think Vancouver should get the credit they deserve for pulling out all the stops and hosting an amazing Winter games. In addition I once again have no higher praise for Alltracks Academy, in this instance for providing me with the time to enjoy both the Olympics and my skiing equally.

crowds enjoying the atmosphere

I’m finally a ski instructor!!!

Cody qualifies on his ski instructor course in Canada!!

So I’m in a bar, I’m talking to a girl, she asks about what I do, and I reply “welllll I just happen to be a qualified ski instructor and I do a lot of private lessons (hinty hinty hint)”. Now I feel less guilty when I say that since it’s actually true! I think that was the motivation that drove me through the draining exam process over the last week.
Over four days we were assessed on both our skiing and teaching ability. For the first two we were assessed purely on our skiing and for the second two our teaching.  The night before the first day I could barely sleep through the nerves, and the long trip up the Whistler gondola was a tense one. For me that is. Most people were pretty chilled, but I naturally get nervous about these things, but after my first run I was absolutely fine. Skiing does that for me; it calms me and gives me a “what the heck?” attitude. From then on I just let my skiing do the talking, or at least until Wednesday when it became a matter of teaching. Then my nerves came back…. teaching is a whole new ballgame. You could be the best skier in the world and still fail on your teaching. I even remember listening to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley the night before to calm me down. I’d done a lot of practise teaching before this, but when you have to do it for real the pressure starts to come down on you.

Me as a fully fledged ski instructor

In the end I taught a good lesson though, without being interrupted by the examiner, a huge relief, since he would only do so if you slipped up. On Thursday, we finished at midday, and I retired to my flat (an excellent piece of ski property) before heading back into town to get my results at 3.30pm. Waiting for the envelope that held my fate seemed even more important than waiting for my A-level results, and I wasn’t disappointed by what I saw inside. A strong pass, and that night everyone within Alltracks Academy went out to celebrate and got absolutely car-parked (drunk).  Sadly I can’t really describe that (I think there was a club………I know there was alcohol).
Now I’m living the dream, I remember sitting at home planning this almost three years ago, and for it to have finally happened is the most rewarding feeling I’ve ever had (forget school). Now I have a new qualification, a new achievement and a new chat-up line.

The Instructor Factor – The difference good instructors make on the season

Cody in Whistler is finding his snow feet…
Three weeks into my ski instructor course with Alltracks Academy, the best ski holiday of my life, and I’m flyyyying down the slope! When I put my hands out it feels like I’m going to take off, and if I don’t look where I’m going and hit a bump that can actually happen. However I could never achieved all this improvement by myself, no-way. It’s down to the three separate instructors that have guided me through into my third week. Just observing the quality of Canada’s best shooting past (leading the hazard that is the snake of the ski school) You can tell that whistler has a strong foster of ski instructors. Without a doubt, I will be better come March because of them.
Ryan was the first to mould our group into something that resembles a coalition of capable skiers. I remember the day our group hooked up with him and began to ski as one. I suddenly realised that I had become the thing I fear the most, a ski school snake…. but putting that out of my mind, I was soon doing back-flips all over the mountain under his teaching (joking of course). In actual fact he took us back to basics and showed us that a snowplow is actually a lot harder than a back-flip, because I haven’t done it for years. At the same time he focused on our technique, so that we saw improvement in all categories of our skiing over that week. As for our second instructor, Petra, I’ll never forget the moment I met her. She talks, acts and even looks a little like Sappho at the Erna Low London office (aka: the person who edits out all the good parts of my blog!). 

Petra - who reminds me of someone at home!

In any case, Petra again showed me some stuff that I never realised came into play with skiing, for example the positioning of the hands. For years I’ve been dragging my inside hand at waist height, oblivious to the fact that it forced me to lean back and lose balance. However Chris is the man that has really given me the confidence to take on any terrain. The secret? Attack it! You may not want lean forwards into a 99% incline mogul field, but trust me, it’s the best way.
I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to be one of these guys by the end of the course! They’ve made such a difference to my skiing, and I’m supposed to be qualified like them by the end of the season? It’s a strange thought. I look forward to it though, and I’ll only charge £200 an hour.