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A few hours later when I finally emerged from the cramped
tent and stretched upright I lifted my face to the sun, which
radiated so brightly that I could feel its warmth on my skin.
'Good Morning!' I bellowed to the sky as had become my
habit on sunny days.
It seemed that the sun's rays gleamed even brighter for my
enthusiasm. I squinted upwards to watch the pulsating circle
of white and noticed rainbow spikes protruding outward from
the star so far that they almost seemed to touch the ground.
The sun was reaching for me - a celestial hug.
Looking north I ran my sight over the endless plain ahead.
The sun threw dark and precise shadows from each lump
and imperfection of the snow surface so that every detail
stood out clearly. The smooth white void of the day before
had been dramatically transformed into a calloused crust of
intricate texture. My heart thumped in grim determination as
I contemplated it. The irregular terrain would be hard work to
ski over, particularly with my odd gait thanks to the dodgy ski,
but with the sun in the sky I could at least see every obstacle,
making it easier to avoid the worst. These were the best weather
conditions I'd had in a week and I knew I had to make the
most of them. As I packed away the tent in my sledge my brain
fizzed with calculations, working out how many miles I'd need
to cover in order to make up for the disappointing progress of
the last few days. I felt invigorated by the challenge of a new
target and a fresh sense of urgency. The distance I had in mind
was ambitious but as I clipped the toes of my boots into the
ski bindings I was excited to be launching myself toward the
horizon. I paused only to glance behind me to scan my recent
campsite for any forgotten belongings and to call out thanks
to the ground for my stay as I did every morning. I pulled
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