The other side of the tracks.

When they find out, they always ask me do you run the Iditarod? And when I say no, they look at me, bewildered. I have no answer simple enough to match that vision of big parkas and fierce blizzards and dogs buried in the snow, of courage and strength and romance out there in the Great Wild North So I tell them I go really fast for short distances and come back to where I started and my dogs and I go home at night to our warm beds and that's how we like it, and I get these pitying looks like, what's the point?