Hence the lack of posts this week......
This is the time of year where winter starts to wear on me. I am sick of tensing up every time I walk outside, I'm sick of walking in the snow and I miss the sun. And above all, I miss riding my mountain bike on bonafide singletrack. Dirt, rocks and roots...I hope I remember how to ride them.
PS. That's not me complaining about the weather, just stating the obvious!
The whole reason why I bring this up is that I just got back from walking Naomi and the weather has turned evil and cold (again, just stating the obvious). We have another bout of Artic weather heading our way and the wind was absolutely bone chilling, teeth shattering and mind numbing. During the walk I could only think about one thing-racing the Iditarod Trail.
I finally got around to reading Alaska Jills book, Ghost Trails. For those of you who haven't yet read it, the book follows her race from the start line to the finish, some 350 miles away. Also included throughout the book are chapters about her life, which chronicle her athletic journey. The flashback chapters are nice, as they help the reader (that would be me) better understand how she got started.
Reading the book confirmed what I've always known. I think the race and the people who do it are TRULY AMAZING, but I will NEVER EVER be one of them. There are several reasons for this. I detest being cold, I hate wearing layers, I don't like snow, and I don't like riding with a lot of gear.
Geez, why don't I tell you how I really feel? ha ha!!!
Not to mention that I have the worst imagination on earth. Just reading the book I found myself imagining being swept down a river, freezing to death, and riding my bike in the middle of a moose stampede. And that was from a warm bed. Who knows what I would start to imagine while actually out there....
Overall, I really enjoyed the book. My favorite part was when Jill neared the finish line, probably because I could relate to it a little more then the parts where she had to take cover in her sleeping bag to stay alive. I love that moment where you realize that you are indeed going to make it over the finish line, and I can only imagine what it felt like for Jill after 350 miles. It must have felt un-freaking-believable!
The only part of the book that I found disappointing was the fact that Jill carried beef jerkey with her for 350 miles and didn't/couldn't eat it :-) I know that sounds ridiculous, but one of my favorite things about long rides is how darn good the food tastes during and afterwards, and I wanted to read pages and pages about what her food tasted like. That's just me though. I'm a pig!!!
If you haven't ordered the book, I highly recommend it. If it were fiction, it would be a great story. But the fact that it's real makes it even greater. I am so happy that Alaska Jill did what she did and then wrote about it so that I could live vicariously through her (from the warmth of my bed).
I can't wait to read Ghost Trails-part deux!