This is your first race, my child. I hope you win.
I hope you win for your sake, not mine.
Because winning’s nice.
It’s a good feeling.
Like the whole world is yours.
But, it passes, this feeling.
And what lasts is what you have learned.
And what you learn about is life.
That’s what sports is all about. Life.
The whole thing is played out in a day.
The happiness of life.
There’s no telling what’ll turn up.
There’s no telling, whether they’ll toss you out of the race or whether you’ll stay for the long haul.
There’s no telling how you’ll do.
You might be a hero or you might be absolutely nothing.
There’s just no telling.
Too much depends on chance.
On how the ball bounces.
I’m not talking about the race, my child.
I’m talking about life.
But, it’s life that the ski races is all about. Just as I said.
Because every ski race is life.
And life is a ski race. A serious ski race. Dead serious.
But that’s what you do with serious things.
You do your best.
You take what comes. You take what comes. And you run with it.
Winning is fun. Sure. But winning is not the point.
Wanting to win is the point.
Not giving up is the point.
Never being satisfied with what you’ve done is the point.
Never letting up is the point.
Never letting anyone down is the point.
Ski to win. Sure.
But lose like a champion.
Because it’s not winning that counts.
What counts is passion, effort and perseverance.