My Story
I grew up in Vancouver with a love for sports and being active. From a young age, I was always ecstatic when my father signed me up for a new activity, and I would try any sport I could find the time to do. From hockey and soccer to baseball, football, and track and field, being active always felt like it would be a big part of my life. Balancing school and sports was normal for me growing up. Staying late after school playing soccer with friends, rushing home to eat a quick snack before hockey practice, and then dragging my parents to late-night hockey practice was just a typical day for young me.
As I grew older, I naturally focused more of my time on the sports I truly loved — hockey and track. Hockey taught me grit, determination, and the value of hard work in a team environment, while track taught me lessons of resilience and discipline, and fostered a love for speed. That love for speed would eventually draw me to the sport of skeleton, a perfect blend of raw speed and icy grit.
Everything changed in the spring of 2024 when I suffered a hamstring tear that sidelined me for an entire track and field season. At first, this devastating injury felt like a door closing on the sport I loved, but in reality, it opened another. I got the opportunity to try skeleton in Calgary, and I instantly fell in love. Even at only a fraction of the speed I would eventually reach at Whistler, I knew this sport would be here to stay and have a lasting impact on my life.
It all started with a push camp, where I was first introduced to pushing a sled. I quickly realized how technically demanding this sport was, even in the first five seconds of a run. When I returned for the second push camp, I had already seen drastic improvements in my abilities as a slider and was itching for the chance to tackle Whistler. Just a few short months later, I found myself plunging down the most challenging track in the world, asking myself why I chose this sport while holding on for dear life. Day after day, I got beaten around and genuinely questioned why I did this sport, but one thing never changed: I kept coming back.
Last year, I was fortunate enough to compete internationally in Park City, Utah, on two separate occasions. I finished my season in Whistler, competing at Canadian Championships against the best in the nation, and returned home with the Rookie of the Year award.
Skeleton has taught me resilience like nothing else before. The hamstring injury that once felt like a permanent roadblock forced me to grow stronger, smarter, and more determined than ever. After suffering another major hamstring injury early in the summer of 2025, I knew this wasn’t the end of my story. That resilience came full circle when I broke the Lake Placid push house record this past August — a testament to my ability to fight back against all odds and be better than I ever was.
What started as a cool experience has led me to meet and compete alongside some of the most incredible people, all while representing my nation as a member of Team Canada. My journey is just getting started, and I’m excited to keep building my unique story — one step, one push, and one run at a time.
