Book review: 'The Lance Mackey Story'
Helen Hegener |
Mar 01, 2010
"There is always the comfort and beauty of watching my team trotting. Muscles on their hind legs, rhythmic, trotting with so much power. Transfixed, I can stare for hours at my dogs moving across the white landscape, reminded that life itself is about moving forward -- made authentic with risk. I'm willing to take risks to keep living, and my dogs are bold, always ready to share it with me. I've learned to force myself to look around, take my eyes off the team, even ride backward on my sled and look behind, to break the trance." "I saw the disappointment in the eyes of my parents, noticed when a teacher shook her head in disbelief, watched a judge frown as he read my record, and numbed my vision with bouts of substance abuse and an indulged indifference. It took me a while to climb over those obstacles, but I did it, and I don't have much sympathy for myself. That can make you cry, even more than physical pain."
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