My coach, Miss Bianca, is the sweetest, the nicest coach you could ever imagine. Until she turned on me last week.
She hadn't seen me in a couple of weeks and really wanted to wring everything out of me that I had learned at Lake Placid. She'd assigned me to go to a class on power, so while I was doing crossovers she started yelling, "Faster, Push faster. More power!!"
I kept crossovering and glanced over my shoulder at her. I said, "If you're going to yell at me like that, you have to be a Russian coach."
She grinned and then started yelling:
Which I thought was cheating because she majored in Russian in college. It should have been:
Anyway, we got a good laugh out of it.She thinks I'm faster, I think I'm just the same.