2017 Togwotee Winter Classic Report

It has been a long time since I went to a race by myself. But Mo was so sick she couldn’t get out of bed. And I did what every caring partner would do. I considered not going. And to be honest, I was not feeling well just yet anyway.

But then I got a sign. Upon going outside I was greeted by a fox on the porch. It did not run away immediately. It just looked into my eyes. I swear I heard a whisper … “do it … go to the race”.

So I did.

The race itself I feel good about. I was relaxed and managed my energy stores very well. I gave it my all and nothing more. Instead of racing to the front I just stayed my pace. I never buried myself and reminded my self that I was so lucky to even be able to be out there. Racing in extreme beauty. I settled into 3rd and stayed there. I did not even see anyone else, except for someone who passed … but then flatted. I gave him my pump and continued. Never seen him again! Since I turned 50 I have not had a good race. I am going to chalk this one up to that. A good race.

I did not get to stick around much as I was concerned about Mo. I missed out on catching up with friends. Like a fox I raced back to the cabin.