Sometimes It's All About The Win, Sometimes

I Still Love Racing And The Challenge Of It, But At Some Point, You Get To A Place Where You're Perfectly Happy Moving On And Doing Other Stuff.

I Had Crashes When I Was Small And Gumby-like That Would Have Killed Me Now. I Would Just Fly Off Jumps And Go 40 Or 50 Meters When I Was 6 Years Old - Break Skis, Smash My Goggles And Get A Bloody Nose And Go Crawl Inside For A Little While And Then Come Back Out And Ski More In The Afternoon.

If You're Unhappy With The Way You Played, What's The Point?

I Have An Eight-year-old Girl And She Does Have Some Appreciation For Fashion, But She's Stuck In That: "oh My God, This Is Cute" Phase, So When I Go Shopping With Her And My Wife, I Can Only Last About 10 Minutes Before I Have To Start Exploring Other Parts Of The Store.

Despite All The Pressure And The Caliber Of Accomplishment, I Still Can Honestly Say That It's Not All About Winning.