The 2015 Nordic World Ski Championships in Falun, Sweden are ending today. They’ve showcased the best of cross country and ski jumping athletes. I’m not glued to the TV, but these past few days whenever I hear the announcers’ voices getting excited — and my husband’s cheering — I get myself out to watch the finish of a race!
My one time to try skiing years ago was cross-country. I loved it! I’ve enjoyed watching cross-country skiing since then, and have especially appreciated the true athletisism and dedication of the Norwegian skiers over the past eight years I’ve lived here.
But watching the ski jumpers yesterday (when Norway won their 10th gold medal of this championship) — especially from the perspective of the camera set just behind each skiier as they waiting to go down the slope and fly through the air — made me shudder with nervousness, and it made me remember my first trip to Norway in May/June 2006 when Jan lived in Oslo. We drove up to Holmenkollen and, although there was no snow at that time of year, I was introduced to the outdoor mindset of the Norwegian culture.
I remember being fascinated by the grass roofs, decorations, and architecture of the buildings. Since then, those aspects of Norway’s architecture have become familiar to me. But I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing those place filled to capacity with Norwegian fans packed together, keeping warm with their Janus wool and outwear, cheering on whichever competitor is the best. Whether the winner is Norwegian or not, they respect the athletisism and dedication it took to get to the top of the competitors’ heap!
Between 2008 and 2010, the entire structure of Holmenkollen was demolished and rebuilt … but here’s what it looked like a few years before that.
What’s your experience with winter skiing: A cross-country experience? Alpine or ski-jumping at speeds that make me dizzy? Or cheering on the athletes from the warmth of a living room sofa? 🙂