First off I owe you an apology - I never followed up with a final post on how the Death Race ended up. David and I kicked ass - we completed in 45 hours in tenth place and when we realized there were still tasks to be completed, we finished those too. We couldn't bare to say we completed the Death Race with out completing the Death Race. That's just lying. It was definitely the most challenging two days of my life and I know that I would not have wanted any other man next to me than David. To read about my experience check out
this article written up by
UBC Trek Magazine.
None of this, of course, could have been possible without the unwavering support of my parents, Suzy and Brian, who spent endless restless hours wondering if their son was still alive somewhere in the storming mountains. Coming back into camp and being greeted by a cup of hot tea, a pile of food and a warm hug helped me get through those tough moments. "Just another hour and I'm back to food and family," I'd tell myself.
"Whats next?" This is the question I've been asking myself every day for the past six months. I've been searching for a new adventure and challenge. This fall I restarted a regular yoga practice. I recognize and value the peace that comes with this practice. Calm, quite, bliss, happiness and a strong body. I myself look at those adjectives and have to make an effort to check my ego at the door. I am typically logical, practical and know whats best ALL THE TIME. Or so I thought...
I will be traveling home to Burlington, Vermont for Christmas with my family and friends. Just before the new year I'm headed off to Accra, Ghana. My dear friend
Lindsey Green has been living in The Gambia in West Africa for two years. And for two years I have told her, "oh yeah, I'm going to come visit...soon." Well her two years are nearly up and guess who hasn't been to Africa to see Lindsey?
Now I have a ticket, sore arms from a half dozen immunizations and a date with the local Ghanaian Consul to get a visa! My procrastination has come at the cost of not seeing the village that she has made home and changed lives in. We will however have the chance to visit Ghana, where her mother and father met and volunteered in the Peace Corps many moons ago.
I love to travel, and whats more I love having intention to my travel. I don't know what to expect and want to go into this experience with an exceptionally open mind. The intention for my trip is to do yoga with Lindsey everyday. No matter where we are or how bloody hot it is, yoga will be done. I'll post next in 2012 on my adventure in Ghana.
~Love and Gratitude~
