I start waking up naturally before 6 am, sans alarm. First a session on the spinning bike, then a superfood drink, stretching and off to work. Every morning, as if programmed by some invisible force. Tights, headphones, pedal, drink. Repeat. I manage to stay healthy and happily notice, that my condition slowly starts to improve. I take up the subject of racing again among my closest, but still face puzzled looks and shakes of the head. Then and there I decide, that succeeding is also a matter of attitude and a strong mindset. I choose to resolve the part of missing physical strength with exceptional determination, as this is not the first time I jump towards the unknown. To think of it, I haven’t seen traces of my comfort zone for years anyway. The risks and challenges involved make the opportunity seem tempting, as nothing is worse than a life full of vanilla. As the song goes, you’re not living if you don’t feel alive.
The months roll past and the pandemic hits hard our race calendar of sprint competitions. First I feel relieved, but then the frustration arrives. I’m not ready to quit, I want more. I join a riding event for ladies, organised by Lynx. We get lots of good tips and advice on riding techniques and the hunger for riding keeps growing. A friend of mine suggests signing up for a snowmobile enduro race and I suspect he’s gone a bit overboard on optimism, since I really don’t have what it takes. But he pushes me onwards and announces, that training on suitable grounds will commence now.
The first time on a proper enduro trail is a huge shock. I manage to mess up in all possible ways during one day: the sled is stuck, buried sideways, flipped over and even wrapped around a tree. I feel like a swimmer, who has been dragged out of the pool’s safety to face Atlantic tides for the first time. My friend reminds me, that the snowmobile has actually been designed to excel in difficult conditions like this, it’s just the rider who has some adjusting to do. I sleep through my frustration and decide to perform better tomorrow. When the sun rises on a new day, I have learnt my lesson. The deep ditches, melted lakes, swamps and stumps aren’t able to beat me and my Lynx any longer and I feel the thrill- this might actually work after all. After checking the distance covered, I realise that I would need to carry this on for five times longer to endure one race day. The thought is too much and I bury it back to where it appeared from, luckily motorsports is a head game anyway. At least that’s what they say.