I just arrived home from our Women’s National Team camp in the Methow Valley. This is my hometown in Washington, and where I grew up training, which made it really special to share my stomping grounds with my teammates. I feel pretty lucky to be a part of this National Team right now, so I was loving every second of introducing them to the area, and all the special people back home that got me to this point!
Women’s Team hits the Methow.
Biking alongside the girls as they rollerski up to Washington Pass.
Still some snow around up high. (Matt Whitcomb photo)
The Team (Kent Murdoch photo)
Enjoying some “waterfall” during a hot bounding day. Thanks to one of our world cup wax technitions, Tim Baucom, for coming to help coach!
I also got the opportunity to share some time with my family, which doesn’t happen nearly enough. The United States has proven to be a bit too geographically large, which can be slightly limiting in having enough time with loved ones. I always try to make it home twice a summer to visit with family, but that never seems like enough. I cherish every second I can get, and enjoyed seeing both my parents as well as my 8 month pregnant sister and her husband.
Rollerskiing with my sister in Seattle.
A big bunch of Bjornsen love, with a new generation on its way. Baby shower day with my sister, my mom, and my grandma.
Such a treat to spend some time with my best friend from growing up. It may only happen every two years, but she sure does means the world to me!
Running with my mom at beautiful Sun Mountain.
Unfortunately, I have been going through another flare up with my heel spurs, so I wasn’t able to participate in as much camp as I would have liked, but I still was able to be there in spirit. After a week of trying to make it work down there, I flew back to Alaska a bit early to try to come to my familiar training grounds to manage and balance training without shoes.
Ice bathing to take care of our bodies… and cool down!
Biking with the girls up Washington Pass. Ski boots weren’t working out so well with my heels. (Matt Whitcomb photo)
Great to have some of the young local juniors to join in a few sessions. There continues to be a ton of motivation and talent coming out of our small valley! (Matt Whitcomb photo)
On the way home I wrote a little letter to adversity to build up some strength to take on this next period of training.
Dear adversity, thank you for constantly challenging me- never letting me fall asleep at the wheel. You make this job both challenging, but also more rewarding.
Dear adversity, thank you for forcing me to find my own path. Rather than following the path of others, you have taught me to find beauty and strength in being unique and different.
Dear adversity, thank you for forcing me to question myself. Through the process of questioning myself, I have learned to discover my own strengths and belief. This has allowed me to make my mind my strongest muscle.
Dear adversity, thank you for forcing me to ask for help. Through this help, you have encouraged me to surround myself with an incredible team. A team of amazing coaches, teammates, physical therapists, friends, and family.
Dear adversity, thank you for teaching me the “Sadie System”. I would have grown up believing that in order to achieve success, you should always follow the path of the best, rather than developing your own path.
Dear adversity, thank you for breaking me down. During this process, I have learned that if I don’t take the weight and pressure of the world off my shoulders, I will never enjoy the process, and neither will loved ones around me.
Dear adversity, thank you for making me count my blessings. You have taught me to never take for granted a day of health, or a run through the mountains without taking in as many breaths of fresh air as possible!
Dear adversity, despite being the biggest pain in the a$$, you have made my career unbelievably rewarding, no matter what level I achieve, because I have learned one heck of an important lesson, and that is; you can never give up. No matter if I look different, think different, or race different, you will never be more than a challenge I will overcome!
Making my own path since I was 2 years old.
Thank you Winthrop Physical Therapy and Fitness, as well as our wonderful Pete Dickenson for taking care of our bodies and sharing your gym with us!