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Basically I had promised to do a 'meet the musher' appearence from 4-6 on Friday at my town's Winterfest celebration.... so I started driving @ 75mph @ 6:15pm and got to the race site at 1:30am.... woke up in the dog truck before dawn, a few hours later, sick with food poisoning(?) I puked a few times ...then dropped the dogs and watered them by 6am (3 hours before they would run.)
Then I sat in the front seat wrapped in my sleeping bag and fought with myself deciding if I was going to run. I felt terrible, plus no real solid sleep. I had just convinced myself that I wasn't going to go out, and instead just go back to bed and then drive back home (and I was ok with that) ....then my better side spoke up, "So, Sissy, you are are just going to pack up and go home, just like that?" ...and so the arguments began....but, as always, I settled the brawl by flipping a quarter... first flip, Tails.... 'I don't go out'.... 'well, there you go' ...'flip it again, Sissy'...Heads... 'I go out'... 'flip it again'...Heads... 'I go out'... 'flip it again'...Heads... 'I go out'... 'flip it again'...Heads... 'I go out'... 'flip it again'...Heads... 'ok, can't argue with 5 in a row... get your butt up and dressed'... 'yeah, I didn't come all this way to turn around and drive back'... 'yeah, me neither'....'maybe I'll just go back to sleep'... 'shut up and on the count of three open the door and be ready for the cold. Just stand on the runners, don't worry about running or peddling. The dogs aren't sick... wouldn't be fair to them to not let them run.'
So I hit the ground in auto-pilot and went into my routine. Other people came and helped me harness and get hooked up and off the line. The trail was pretty hard and groomed but still a little choppy from snowmobile use... so it was pretty fast but not crazy fast. Dogs looked good but I knew we had a good sized mountain coming up so I was wondering how they would look coming home. We passed three teams by the top and never saw them again. The trail was pretty intense at times.... sharp drop offs going into blind turns and more drop offs... and with 45+ feet of dogs in front of you, you can't even see your leaders. Anyway, I really enjoyed it... all sorts of terrain but a hard well packed trail. I also felt much better after the adreniline started pumping. But I didn't think I would break any records.... that was an experience I had never experienced before:) It's like a hypothetical race race between everyone whoever raced Defiance.... and I beat them. But because track conditions can vary, you really can't say that... so you have to just be content knowing no one has ever done it faster... and I was ok with that:)
I never get tired of your experiences! :)
Hey, I'm up in Boise, ID now, just a "stones throw" from you, if you are still in Utah?
Remember our steak dinner in Vegas in "01"? Dogboy limo's the Swede's to the Venitian, for the best steak dinner I've had to date. The company was as good as the food! Del Monico's ROCKS! Shame you couldn't stay for the massive hunks of beef at Ruth Chris's the next evening!
Let me know your Spring schedule so we can hook up! Sticky Me...
Keith
K, ehheeh yeah, I remember Vegas:) Showing up at the Venetian, half cocked, with the dog truck... the faces of those valet parking attendents was priceless when they saw us stumbling out of the radilac:) Then dinner at Emiril's and those 'bone in' rib steaks... now THAT was a dinner. Hey, I don't know how far Ashton is for you, but there is a big race there the 14-15th... see if you can make it
