For today’s post, I originally wrote a list detailing how to approach a rainy race day. It was short and funny. I think you would have liked it.
However, yesterday taught me more about racing in the rain, the downpour, than I had ever considered, as I thought of the kid who understood the world better than anyone. This year has been a dark one for the US ski community. It’s only February, and we’ve said farewell to no less than three of its brightest members. Two of whom leaving on the most tragically poetic terms, passing away on the trail.
One of them was my friend, Torin. He may not have stood on many podiums, but Torin Tucker taught me more about skiing than most medal contenders ever will. He skied and lived every day of his life like he was lucky to be there, like he somehow knew, while the rest of us idled in dumb discontent, that his time was limited. The world lost a lot of heart on Saturday.
Torin mastered the skill that nearly every racer struggles to overcome. He never sweat the small stuff. He didn’t even sweat the big stuff. Every single day, rain, snow, sleet, injury, illness, sun or sting, Torin had a smile on his face. He just kept moving forward. Retrospectively, I recognize how much Torin had to overcome in his life, but none of us would ever know it, because he made it his job to enjoy the great things, and abandon the worst.
He cared little about results and more about people. Relationships. Experiences. I’ll always admire him for that, and will forever remember that drive, that happiness, that made every day with him a happy one.
Hope the skiing is sweet and the days beautiful wherever you are, Torin.