It was Friday morning, Feb. 16, 2007, and I stood next to my Ski-Doo MX Z 550X on the frozen ground near the Seven Clans Casino in Thief River Falls, Minnesota, shivering.
I was staged for the United States Cross-Country Racing Association Red Lake I-500, alongside 70-some other racers, waiting my turn to head onto the course. It was my first 500 and I had no idea what to expect. Just then Chad Colby, another racer who had been in my boots before, offered this nugget of wisdom: “If you finish it is something you will remember for the rest for your life. But just remember, you can’t win the race on the first day, but you can sure as hell lose it.” I would witness the truth of these words over the next three days. But at this very moment my sled was on the line and ready. But was I? Suddenly the flag went up and I rolled onto the gas and was gone. I was racing the I-500.