{"id":9255,"date":"2022-04-24T05:01:33","date_gmt":"2022-04-24T12:01:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.christofteuscher.com\/aagaa\/?p=9255"},"modified":"2022-04-24T05:05:08","modified_gmt":"2022-04-24T12:05:08","slug":"reliving-the-1000mi-iditarod-trail-invitational-afterword","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/christofteuscher.com\/aagaa\/reliving-the-1000mi-iditarod-trail-invitational-afterword\/","title":{"rendered":"Reliving the 1000mi Iditarod Trail Invitational – Afterword"},"content":{"rendered":"

T<\/span>he next morning I hopped on a flight from Nome to Anchorage, and later that day back to Portland on a redeye. I felt very melancholic when we flew over the Yukon and the Susnita rivers. When I was already at the gate in Anchorage, the entire airport was suddenly evacuated because of an undisclosed threat. Alas, I was back in the real world. Cold and wind were replaced by other unpleasantries.<\/p>\n

I suspect that my pictures may have given the impression that this was a 1,000mi “fun” walk to Nome. It was not. While there were indeed many scenic moments and conditions were better than in most years, the day-to-day business on the trail is everything but fun. The pictures don’t show me trying to frantically warm up my fingers for the next 20min after I snapped a photo of the sunset. There are no pictures of what it feels like to pull a heavy pulk through soft snow on showshoes for hundreds of miles, or to drag it for days over dirt and grass. There are no pictures of going to the “bathroom” at -30F in terrible winds, trying to get all layers back in place again without getting frostbite on some exposed extremity. There are no pictures of the painful chafing in places you don’t even know you had. There are no pictures of the many deeply dark and difficult moments, when the last thing you’d think about is taking pictures. There are no pictures when you cried because what was ahead of you felt utterly impossible. The blunt reality is that—for most of the time—a journey like that is unrelenting misery with zero fun.<\/p>\n

And now you may wonder why so many people decide to sign up for this race, suffer through other difficult endurance challenges, climb mountains, and seek inherently unpleasant activities? I have no answer, but Paul Bloom’s new book “The Sweet Spot: The Pleasures of Suffering and the Search for Meaning<\/a>,” has some solid insights. Here is perhaps the main one: “[C]hosen suffering—in the right way at the right time in the right doses—adds value to life.”<\/p>\n

I will be back. Hell yes!<\/p>\n

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