Yep, it’s that day of the year again. I made it through the milestone year and am now onto the quieter and less remarkable 41. It was a good year.
Speaking of surviving, I DID finish the 50 kilometer Sonot ski race last weekend. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and a couple hundred skiers gathered down on the Chena River to begin – quite a good showing of what I call the “spandex nation” or the “skidaddies” as well as many less geared-up skiers. I found my place near the back of the pack and just kind of held on. Once we left the river and the 20 kilometer racers turned around it became a very quiet race indeed. My only real moment of doubt was on the climb UP the downhill ski hill at Fort Wainwright – it just seemed a little ridiculous – but after that the race actually got better. I followed the advice of many and took food and water at all of the “aid” stations which definitely served me well as the day went on.
I rolled in at 4 hours 3 minutes, three minutes behind and three minutes ahead of two other skiers from my training class. I’d watched Dana’s yellow jacket for miles, and miles, and miles. One entire banana split later Pablo and I took to the window seat for an afternoon nap.