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Picabo: Nothing to Hide by Picabo Street

By Picabo Street

Olympic Gold Medalist Picabo road is once more at the upward push, able to face the 2002 Olympics and inform her awesome tale "Picabo Street...is the type of athlete for which the Olympics have been invented."­­USA at the present time "Street...has been functioning at Porsche speed...dominating women's downhill... [a] comeback queen."­­Glamour "Picabo rules... America's irrepressible ski champion."­­Skiing Olympic Champion Picabo highway is golden once more the instant she burst onto the area level on the 1994 iciness Olympics in Lillehammer, Norway, 23-year-old pace demon Picabo road ignited a fireplace of pleasure within the media and within the hearts of fanatics that keeps to burn this present day. Free-spirited and outspoken, highway was once a brand new type of lady athlete and a brand new type of function version. highway her silver medal win with immediately international Cup downhill titles­­a feat unequalled in American skiing­­and eventually, the final word Olympic gold medal win in Nagano in 1998. yet luck had its expense. only one month after her gold medal win, road careened off beam in a race in Switzerland, snapping her left femur in , shredding the ligament in her correct knee, and leaving her destiny in danger. Now, after years of excruciating soreness, grueling rehabilitation, and attractive own development, road is coming round again, able to face the 2002 iciness Olympics and able to inform her inspiring tale. during this strong, sincere autobiography, highway stocks her coming-of-age event, revealing how adversity formed a rebellious tomboy right into a champion athlete and compassionate lady, in concord along with her family members and at peace together with her worry of failure. the following, for the 1st time, road addresses the pressures exerted on her by means of her ski sponsors that could were partially responsible for her negative crash; the scandals surrounding the Salt Lake urban Olympic Committee; and the way she overcame a long, debilitating melancholy. within the culture of Lance Armstrong's it is not in regards to the motorcycle and Greg Louganis's Breaking the skin, Picabo: not anything to conceal is a poignant, intimate account of a girl compelled to rebuild herself­­body, brain, and soul. "I realized what all women have to examine: that you should kick ass, and also you shouldn't ever be embarrassed about it."­­Picabo highway

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This Triumph 35 was the way I mastered everything: through trial and error, until I got it right. Sun Valley’s beginner hill was called Dollar Mountain, but Dad didn’t want to spend the money on a lift ticket until I could snowplow—a novice maneuver in which you point your ski tips together and splay the tails out, like a pizza wedge—and stop. I spent the next winter skiing on the road behind our house. The road pitched slightly toward the trailer court and then made a sharp right down to the main road, and the county snowplow driver kept it packed and smooth, just like a groomed ski trail.

My brother was dubbed Baba because that’s what he called his bottle, but he also went by Baba Jomo and Jimmy Jomo. I loved the game of peekaboo, so Mom called me that from my diaper days. She also called me Squeak because when I yelled my voice sounded like a squeaky hinge, and eventually that nickname spawned such variations as Squeakers and the dreaded Squeakerbuns. The story of how I got to be officially called Picabo has been told a million times, so I’ll get it out of the way early. As you’ll see, I have a love/hate relationship with my name, just as I do with my dad, but I’ve come to accept both of them as key to my success.

At the end of that season, Sun Valley hosted a kiddy race on Dollar called the Kindercup (Sun Valley was designed by a homesick Austrian). Just for the heck of it, my parents signed me up. And just for the heck of it, I won. After I started skiing, Mom gave me a whole new set of nicknames. “Ski” and “Peek” became Skeek. Skeek became Skeeker and, worst of all, Skeekerbuns. Mom called me that nickname everywhere: at the ski hill, the grocery store, the parking lot, school. ” she’d yell. And I’d throw her a withering look that said, “Mom, will you please shut up?

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