Andy - "Hey Mark. you should really do the Winter Triathlon"
Me - "Um, okay!"
So, one Jedi Mind Trick later, I was signed up to race 30k on snowshoes, 30k on skis, on 5k on a sled*. Now, here's the fun part. I've never been on skis, I've never even SEEN snowshoes in the wild, and the extent of my sledding experience is shooting down the stairs of my wife's old elementary school, a death defying run of about 5 feet.
Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? I'm going to look like a complete ass out there. There's no way I'm going to place, and there's long odds on me even finishing.
But that's why I'm looking forward to it so much. With lack of experience comes lack of expectations. No one, myself included, is expecting me to be an actual competitor. So for the first time in a long, long time, I'm going into a race with zero stress. And let me tell you, It's an amazing feeling. All I have to do is show up, try something new and exciting, have fun and most importantly, hang out with some of the most inspiring, adventurous and and all around decent people I've ever met.
This is going to be the best race ever.
* About that sled. I was able to rent snowshoes and skis (thank you Blueberry Hill Inn and Ski Center!) but I figured buying a sled that I'm going to use maybe once would be a sucker's game. So using 1/4 inch sheets of pvc and under the watchful eye of aspiring engineer/world's greatest inventor/my 9 year old son Eamon Wood, we fashioned the Snowpacolypse Express, a sleek, tragic beauty of a toboggan, guaranteed to send me hurtling to my doom before probably exploding into a fire ball like Steve Austin's rocket in the opening sequence from "The Six Million Dollar Man".