The first snow running competition I ever competed in was for the International Snow Sport Association (ISSA) International Winter Games in Snowdonia, Scotland.
It was a beautiful day, with a great view of the surrounding mountains.
It’s hard to describe how great the experience was, because the competition was so much fun.
But, there were some things you couldn’t miss: I was running in snow.
In fact, I’d run in snow at least once in my life, and this was my first time ever doing it.
I thought, This is going to be fun.
I could see how it would be different for me than any other time, but this was a first.
That’s when I decided to give it a shot.
The idea of running in a race against others for money was just so intriguing.
And I was going to need some help.
I’d heard from people who had gone through it before, so I decided I’d take the risk.
So I started training.
I learned everything I could about how to go about training, and I’d even read books about the sport, and that was the start of a new journey.
But when the race was over, I had my first disappointment.
I had to run in my first 100 meters.
I was tired, but still managed to run 100 meters, even though I was exhausted.
I wasn’t prepared.
So, the next day I took my time and ran my first mile.
I also ran a mile in the middle of the course.
My coach encouraged me to put a bit of effort into the 100 meter run, because I knew I was in the lead.
So that was an exciting experience for me, and for the whole team.
But I wasn´t in the best shape of the week, and the result was that I got second place.
The second race I ran in was the 100 meters in Snowtown, North Carolina, and in the process, I ran the 100-meter race and then ran a little bit of the 100.
This meant I could only run three miles the rest of the way.
But this was because of my lack of training.
And, as the race went on, I got better and better, and was still in the top 20.
Then I was runner-up for the first time.
I knew this was it, but I was not satisfied.
And then I had another disappointment.
The 100-mile race was a little too easy.
So instead of running for a few miles, I decided instead to run a few 100 meters instead.
I ran a few more 100s and then I decided that I had better luck.
But the second 100-miler I had a problem.
I went back and forth between my feet and on my toes.
It felt like I was having my toes in and out all the time.
The next race was in Boulder, Colorado, and it was the 800 meters.
That was when I was really tired and just didn’t feel like running anymore.
I just wanted to get through the 800-meter course, but all the way to the finish line was so slow that it was hard to stay motivated.
I tried running for about half a mile, but just didn´t have the energy to keep going.
So at the last minute, I changed my plan and ran a 100-metre race.
The day was over and I had won the 100 in Boulder.
That really validated my determination.
But even though the win gave me a huge boost, I was still not happy.
I felt like the race organizers had my best interests at heart, and they were putting a lot of effort in to making it an exciting and successful event.
And when I went to the podium, I found out that I was the only one in the race, and only because of the fact that I’d won the race.
I didn´tt think that I deserved it, and so I kept going.
But it was disappointing.
I really felt like this was going wrong.
After the race I took a week off.
The last thing I needed was another disappointment after having a fantastic time.
It made me feel like I had let them down.
So this time, I went into the final race with my head held high.
I wanted to show them that I am a strong person, and showed them I was capable of competing in the big events, and winning big races.
But what I didn’t expect was that this would be the first of many disappointments.
The year that followed was a very difficult one for me.
The stress of being the sole survivor of a serious accident was a real source of anxiety, and then there was the stress of the race that I couldn´t really control.
So when I finished, I knew that I needed to step back from running.
I decided it was time for me to get back to the basics, and start doing things I could do as a runner again.
This time I was more focused on