They're flying down a goddamn mountain at 75 miles an hour. They drop 3,000 feet on a two mile course in under two minutes, on hardpack... which is practically ice. Every time you see their leg jar, or their ski fly you realize how fast they're going... without padding. Then you see the fall? Where they just fly for a good couple of seconds and slam onto the snow? I dont think it's even fair to call it snow, because there is no soft, happy poof. There is no happy. There is only pain. Lots and lots of pain.
And I just have to wonder what goes through your mind before you crash? My guess?
"When's it gonna hurt?"
'Cause you know it's going to. It's just a matter of time before the Holy Mother of OW!
ETA: Everyone is struggling with that first jump... oh my God, please don't let the athletes get horribly maimed. At least not in front of me.