Magnus Hovdal Moan born 26 August 1983 in Lillehammer, Norway; is a Norwegian nordic combined skier who has competed since 2002. Magnus moved from Lillehammer when he was two years old and has lived in Trondheim ever since. He skis with the Byåsen IL club. When he is not training or competing Moan works for a company called Doka Norge A/S. It's a sister-company of Doka Austria. They rent/sell shuttering accessories to building constructors. Moan (shown in front of picture on the right) is 6 ft 2 in (189 cm) tall, his weight is 11 st 4 lb (158 lb; 72 kg).
Moan finished second in the 2005-6 FIS Nordic combined world cup. Moan is a solid ski jumper, but his strength lies in his cross country skiing. He won one world cup event in the 2005/2006 season, in the sprint in Ramsau am Dachstein, Austria, and finished a race outside of the top eight only once this season. In the 2004/2005 season he finished fifth, 2003/2004 season eighth, and forty-first in the 2002/2003 season.
Moan won an Olympic bronze medal in the Nordic combined on February 11, 2006 in the 15 km individual. He jumped 97.5 m and 97 m scoring 237.5 points after both jumps, leaving him one minute, forty seconds behind Georg Hettich, who won the ski jumping phase. He then skied the 15 km race in 39:44.6, 16.2 seconds behind the winner Hettich, beating fellow countryman Petter Tande in a photo finish. On February 21, 2006 Moan won a silver in the 7.5 km sprint. He completed the race in 18:34.4, 5.4 seconds behind winner Felix Gottwald of Austria.
Moan also has five medals at the FIS Nordic World Ski Championships with one gold (4 x 5 km team: 2005), two silvers (7.5 km sprint: 2005, 2007), and two bronzes (4 x 5 km team: 2007 and 2009). He also won the individual Nordic combined event at the Holmenkollen ski festival in 2005.
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