Safe!

Praise whatever God or spiritual leader you believe in, we are safe from dropping down to a lower division!! This past weekend we encountered two very important matches that would determine our fate for the next upcoming season. Saturdays match was against the lowest ranked team, Vallentuna who took a set from us but we turned it around and killed them in the last 3 sets. Sundays match was against Goteborg, who currently held the second place position in the qualification rankings. The first set was shaky, Goteborg led almost the entire time in points. When we came to the end, we managed to pull through and secure the first set 25-23. The second set was a breeze, we beat them pretty easily with the pressure in our serve heightening. The last set was a little more even, but we came out on top in the end to secure our spot in the Elite Series for yet another season. WOOOO HOOO!! Winning qualifications will never be as exciting as going to the play offs but its a good note to end on and we are all smiles no matter what. Of couse it would have been great to see how far we could have gone in the play offs but its in the past and now we have some serious celebrating to do in the future. Here's to Orebro Volley for pulling out another Qualification win and for hopefully never having to do it again!! Cheers! :)

Awards, Volleyball and Me.

I'll start with the volleyball update just to get it out of the way. Whats been happening is we have started the Qualification series. There are two lower division teams and then the two bottom teams from the Elite Series, us and Ljungby playing for the two spots up for grabs in the Elite Series. Orebro Volley is two matches in and 1-1 in wins and losses with 4 total points which puts us in the second spot in the standings. We lost to Ljungby, the other Elite Series team fighting for their spot in the top league. We beat Vallentuna, a team that has been in the Elite Series before, however we beat them pretty nicely in 3 sets to non, first of the season. I say if we are going to lose to a team in this series I would rather it be another Elite team then one of the two lower division teams. Of course, I believe we will win the rest of the matches we have in this series. And we will. Four matches left and one objective, to win. We can do this.

Now, its me time. I have a feeling this blog will slightly turn into an open journal about my life. I promise not to put every little detail of my experiences here but I do promise to make this more about growth then about venting...but who am I kidding, there will be a little venting.

In my last post I talked about how I need to find happiness in myself instead of relying on others (guys mostly) to provide it for me. An ex boyfriend once told me he wanted me to be a more independent person. At the time I thought I was, by living in another country and being on my own. I didn't realize he was talking about being independent in my own feelings, my own happiness. As much as I hate giving this douche bag any credit for the way he made me a better person after our relationship faltered, sputtered and died...he was, is totally right. All my life as far as I can remember, things have been given to me and I have had a lot of help getting to where I am now. Any one who has participated in a team sport can tell you that it can be difficult to get your ass to the gym in the mornings, afternoons and evenings when you'r alone. Been there, done that, still doing it. This past summer, I felt more motivated to work out by myself because I wanted to get out of the house, get away from stuff happening at home. Wouldn't you know it, it was because of a guy. I understand that a man is at some point in my life going to be my other half, someone I can grow old with, to share my life experiences. Thats a no brainer, but what I want to feel is the security that I don't need a guy but instead want one when I am ready. I was still trying to figure out what I want and need in a guy and then it dawned on me, but in fact I always knew. I need/want someone who brings out the best in me, someone who likes/loves me for who I am as a person. Who helps me weaken my bad qualities and brightens the good. It wasn't until just recently that I found the type of guy who does that. I went on two dates with this guy and just from those two dates, my eyes were forced open and I could see. He was a gentleman, paid for everything I consumed with out question, held the door open for me, etc. His attitude was laid back and easy, he was charming, bottom line, he was a really cool guy. Now, I am definitely not saying that every man I meet from here on out needs to pay for me whenever we go on a date or cater to my every need, no. However, if a man wants to impress a girl and show her that he gives the slightest amount of shit for her, he will do what this guy did for me. Its that simple, but for some reason some don't seem to understand this concept of courtship. Those of you who have found a man who does understand this small but very significant little guideline, keep a tight hold ladies because you've hit the jack pot. Where is this mystery man now? He is back in London, living and working there. Will we see one another again? Maybe, I don't know, but for now all I can do is thank him for bringing me back to earth, pulling me back from the edge of desperation and making me realize what it is to be taken care of again.

Anyway, moving on from the male factor rant. We finish up the season pretty soon and I can honestly say that its a bitter sweet moment. A part of me is happy that we are almost done and can relax a bit for a while and the other half is very sad that I won't be spending my summer with this wonderful team of girls who have become my family over the past two years. For now we celebrate the seasons end and hold back the tears until the final days of my residence here in Sweden for this season.

Getting Close

Why hello there, its been a while. I know I have been slacking with this, my apologies, so whats been going on in the life and times of Whitney Turner? Well to tell you the truth, a whole lot of the same, volleyball, practice, eating and sleeping. However, there have been a few high lights and low lights that I would like to touch upon in this post.

VOLLEYBALL: Orebro Volley is yet again in turmoil regarding our finish in the regular season. Unfortunately we had 3 important games to win and we lost all 3 in 3 sets each. We could have taken advantage and killed at least 2 of the 3 teams but we were lost, our team was not present during the matches. So, we lost some great opportunities, ok, fine, its over with and there is nothing more to do, so we will be moving on from that. The result of us being in 9th place has pushed us to play in the qualifications. This means we play two top teams from Division 1 or All Svenskan plus the 10th place team for a place in the elite series next season. We have put ourselves in a slightly troublesome situation, however, I am confident in us and in myself that we will win the qualifications and will be back next season ready for vengeance. Yes, I am disappointed with how we finished the season, but will I hold on to that through the qualifications? No, definitely not. I will play my heart out these next 6 matches and every match will be played with no regrets. Mistakes will be made and great things will come from the opponents, but thats what to be expected, it is a game after all. We will make less mistakes though and more great things will come from us then from them. Loss is not an option in this situation, we will not fall, we will not fail.

As for me personally, my season has been pretty successful. I am jumping higher then I ever have before. My body doesn't feel as old as it has. One of my goals this season was to make double digit points in every match played. I am happy to say that I achieved that goal except for one match where I got 9 points. I am happy to report that I won the best attacker in the Swedish Elite league this year with 294 attacks. Its a great honor and achievement for me that I will carry forever. I owe a lot to my teammates and coaches of course, I wouldn't be where I am today with out their unconditional support. I thank them from the bottom of my heart. That being said, after these next 4 weeks, I will be needing some time off from volleyball indefinitely. This girl needs a vacation.

SWEDEN: Its nearly April and the weather is looking up. We have had uninterrupted sun for the past 2 weeks. Although its been frigid cold ever now and then. Regardless its beautiful weather with blue bird skies and clear starry nights. The one thing I am not so fond of is when the snow melts, all the trash and dirt that was covered by the snow starts to show. It makes any town or city look bad. The other day I was outside facing the sun with my eyes closed, doing what most swedes do when the sun comes out and I could have sworn I felt like I was getting sunburned. Pretty soon there will be no snow and ice left which means I won't be fearing for my life when I bike around town anymore. Its a shame that I am not able to stay here longer through the summer since I hear that is the best time of the year in Sweden. All I have ever seen of Sweden is the winter. Maybe next season I will try getting here in August so I will catch a few warm days. That is if there is a next season for me ;) We've got to finish this season out first with plenty of wins before I can say that there is a chance I will be back for another season.

ME: As for my personal life, I am doing pretty well. I have recently realized that I need to find happiness with myself with out a guy in my life. If I am constantly trying to look to someone else to make me happy besides myself then I might as well be miserable and lonely for the rest of my life. I have decided to find what makes me happy and live in the present instead of wondering and planning so far ahead in the future. Its time for me to make myself happy instead of relying on others (especially a guy) to do it. My plan is to do things that genuinely make me happy everyday. For example I could take more pictures in order to feel there is growth in my work as a photographer. I could also practice more yoga, set aside an hour every day. Eating healthier I believe will also help continue my journey on becoming a happier person in the long run. In all honesty I never thought I would be thinking this way at this age. If you would have asked college Whitney where she would be now, she would say married with kids. Things change so much in life and no one really tells you these things. People try to warn you but you think things will stay generally the same. They don't, change is a part of living. I intend on continuing to change but for the better. Like so many have said before us, "you only live once". So I am going to try and take advantage of each day and really search to find the things that make me happy. Because in the end I don't want to be looking back on my life wishing I had done something different. I want to say that I did all I wanted to do and learned so much more then I ever thought I would.

Early Days..

If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up as a little kid, I garauntee my answer would not have been "professional volleyball player". It would have been more along the lines of "Back up Dancer", "Figure Skater", or "Dolphin Trainer". I was born on July 3rd in the early evening at the Little Company of Mary Hospital in Torrance, California and raised in the popular coastal town of Manhattan Beach. The farthest I ever moved was from Ardmore to Laurel Ave in the tree section of MB. Not trying to sound to nostalgic or like some of our grandpa's, but back in the day before this town turned into a more upscale place to live, Manhattan Beach was a slow paced, quiet beach town. It was and still is one of the best places to be brought up in. To put it simply, Manhattan Beach is my paradise.

Visiting the night scene around town these days, I often am received by shocked tourists or new comers who can't believe that myself or some of my friends are actual locals. Some say "oh, never left the bubble huh?" or "Wow, not a bad place to grow up". The thing is, I did leave the bubble. I left for college. Many of my friends did the same or went far enough away from home so their parents would not have the freedom to "accidentally" drop by unannounced. Being the baby of the family, a momma's girl, and having a sister who went to school at UC Berkeley, every part of my future pointed towards staying in California for the next 4 years of my college experience. I was in my final year at Mira Costa High School, coming off a slightly disappointing yet personally satisfying volleyball season. I knew that I wanted to go to college and play. This was my top goal. But where? There were so many options and so many different schools, some I had never even heard of before. So, after 2 recruiting visits, one failed and one potential Div. 2 school really close to my sister, I took one last visit to a school in Boston, Mass. Of course it was after heavy persuasion from family members. They told me to give it a chance, "what is the worst that could happen", they said, "you hate it and then come home, no big deal". The exact opposite happened, I loved it. Maybe it was the romance of the city that got me or the two half naked Abercrombie and Fitch male models standing at the front entrance to one of their department stores in Fannuel Hall that did it. I was timid at first, but liked the school, the team, and the location, I was set. Once I signed the contract for a full 4 year athletic scholarship, my family and friends realized I wasn't messing around, this was actually going to happen, the baby was moving out and far away. Most were shocked others were excited and all were supportive of my decision, except maybe my Grandpa who insisted on calling me a Yankee from then on.

I can't tell you how great a decision it was to live in Boston. However, when I watched my parents drive away after settling me into what we liked to call "the prison cell" that was my dorm room, I was overwhelmed with sadness and longing for my friends, family, and the beach. Yes, Boston is on the coast but for most of the year its to cold to visit its beaches. In addition, trying to swim in the harbor or Charles river would most likely result in hypothermia and a mysterious looking rash somewhere on your body (not going from experience but since hearing that people are terrified to go in, this is what I assumed). My first time living in the snow was hilarious and a lesson learned, never hold coffee in your hand while walking on ice, something bad is bound to happen. My time in Boston was spent to the absolute fullest, I truly enjoyed my time there. Met a whole new style of people, played some great volleyball, partied, and made life long friends. I also met my first love as well who was a first for many things in my life. Living there made me appreciate Manhattan Beach all the more. I mean, imagine coming home during Christmas when it is 2 degrees there with wind chill, to a clear blue sky and a comfortable 70-75 degrees on the beach, heaven. My parents told me something that I will never forget, they said "go out and see things, live in different places, meet new people because you know this place and all that comes with it will still be here waiting for you when you come home." They were right, so that is exactly what I did. The girl who everyone thought was going to stay in the bubble and close to mom and dad's side broke out and began to grow.

I had heard about some volleyball players I knew taking their careers abroad and becoming professional volleyball players in different countries. I decided to talk to a few of them to understand what going abroad was all about, I was in my Junior year at Northeastern. Most told me that it was definitely something to consider if I wanted to continue to play at a competitive level after graduating, plus it was Europe, the experience alone would be gratifying enough. I planned to go on an "exposure tour" this popular agency funds in the beginning of August, taking place in Slovenia. For those who are globally challenged like I was, Slovenia is sandwiched between Austria and Croatia, and its 3 small towns on the coastline are across from Italy. The country resembles a chicken for some and a blob for others. As nervous as I was to embark on this new journey, I forced myself to be confident and strong. This was the first time I was to be traveling on my own in another country, one that was more foreign to me then any other place I had ever been. Luckily I crossed paths with another volleyballer who was on the tour as well in Frankfurt and from there we traveled together to the hotel in Maribor, Slovenia. Once I arrived, I had to quickly dust off the jet lag and prepare myself for the first practice. To my understanding there were to be a few coaches from different clubs attending the first couple practices. Yes, it was intimidating and nerve wrecking to say the least. As much as I anticipated this moment to really shine, I ended the practice in a full blown sweat and tears, I was horrible, I choked. I thought, "well, good job Whitney, did you really travel all this way to play like this?! Idiot!" The next day I was determined to play better and I did, things started to look up. I got offered a contract to play on a team located on the small coastline in a town called Koper and that is where my adventurous journey and new chapter in my life as a professional volleyball player began.

New Years 2013 Sweden!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 

 I understand I am little late on this post but I have been procrastinating big time. Anyway, this New Years I spent it with the team and a few other girls from Lindesberg Volley in Orebro. The captains of my team put together a three course dinner to be had in the basement of one of their apartment buildings. They decorated the basement and the long table we were to eat on amazingly. One of my friends from back home signed with Lindesberg Volley for the second half of the season so I was stoked to be celebrating with her as well. We sat at the dinner table and ate great food and drank an awesome welcome drink (Swedes are the best at welcome drinks). During the meal we would stop in order to toast and take a shot, a tradition among swedes during the holidays. We also would stop and take a shot for a time zone in another country. Basically we would take a shot for anything significant going on at the moment.

After the perfect dinner and dessert, a few more girls showed up and that is when the drinking games began. We played, thumper, numbers game and a new one called "Rabbit" or "Secret"...I am not sure but it turned out to be a long and thoughtful game. I would like to play that game again at the beginning of a night out instead of when we are about to leave. Around 11:45pm we all headed outside for the countdown and fireworks. The deal in Sweden is fireworks are completely legal! So once the clock strikes midnight, its like Sweden is at war. The noise is incredible and the sights are even better. There was a group of people down the street from us with a couple fireworks and let it rip once it turned 12.


After the excitement of the firework shows calmed, we headed out to a local club for some dancing. Once we were inside, we came to realize that the scene was a little different from what we had experienced there before. One thing was for sure, there were a lot of short people there. Also the ratio of attractive guys to girls was not exceeding our expectations. Regardless of the ratio of hot or not guys, we stayed and danced our pants off anyway. The night ended with me and the two girls I knew from home and college, walking back to my apartment tired and exhausted from dancing. My ankles weren't holding up in my heels so I decided to just take my shoes off and walk barefoot in the rain. Worked out but was not so good for the tights I was wearing. Oh well.



On another note, I looked over my resolutions from last year and I will admit that I didn't follow through with as many as I thought I was going to. This year, I have decided to make the list a bit shorter so I can focus better on what needs to be done instead of making a grandiose list that won't be completed. Better to start small and act big then the other way around.

2013 Resolutions:

-Practice/gym a 100% every week
-Get on a better/healthier sleeping pattern
-Practice yoga at least once a week
-Cut down on candy and junk food during the week
-Take care of skin/body/injuries, overall health
-Keep in touch with old and new friends better
-Stop searching for someone to make you happy, start searching for your own happiness.
-Prepare for the future better
-Save money every month
-Travel
-Face your fears head on and conquer them
-Be motivated and motivate others
-Have better/more clear judgement of certain people and situations
-Let go of the past and live one day at a time

I plan to fullfil all of the resolutions above and take some to the next year and the next and so on. I hope that all of you have thought about some sort of resolution(s)/goals you want to achieve this year and plan to go through with them as well. Take care of yourself and the people around you in your life. Make this year your best year yet!

Gothenberg

After an eventful Christmas in Salen, Maddis and I headed to Gothenberg via Norway. We made our way with 6 fun filled hours of music, random laughs or screams of restlessness, past Oslo, back into Sweden paying a small fee, to a large shopping mall, to another shopping mall to get alcohol for the trip and finally landing us at Gothenbergs central train station to pick up the one and only Kyle Gramit. Quick side note, Kyle Gramit is also a pro volleyballer from the USA (Chi town to be exact) with a powerful hitting arm and a go big or go home type of attitude on and off the court. He has played in Sweden for two years but this season, he has taken his game elsewhere. He now plays in Ennz Austria and as for next season, who knows, he says. After the pick up, we headed to Maddis's sisters house for the remainder of our stay. Her sister is married with two young children that are absolutely adorable. They live in a narrow three story house, the second floor is for the kids leaving the top floor for the grown ups of the house. The decor was of course very well put together (no surprise since they are Swedish) and everything just fit perfectly. Unfortunately, her daughter Embla, had a terrible ear infection and was crying a lot the first night. I remember when I had ear infections as a kid, I was super uncomfortable and crying as well. Her littlest one, Vilgot, was also crying, however, I think it was because his sister was, but he stopped after a little, warming up to us nicely. He took a liking to Kyle really quick. Maddis' sister, Helena, made us a wonderful dinner that night and so we ate and drank a little bit of wine while we waited for Kristofer, Helena's husband, to come home. After meeting and chatting with the family for some time, we all decided to get some sleep as we were to go sight seeing the next day.

Woke up the next morning to a mix of laughing and crying babies. We went up to the second level of the house and came to find Embla was doing worlds better and Vilgot was on the floor crying. What a turn of events. He did not cry for long though, he was a little distracted by me taking pictures and then showing them from my new camera. After a quick breakfast, Maddis, Kyle and I got into the car and headed west, to the coast. I was so excited to see the ocean, it had been about 4 months since I had seen one. We parked the car in what seemed to be an icy pond but was in fact a parking lot covered in ice. We made our way by foot on a path through a forested area until we reached the oceans edge. I can say with out hesitation that I was glad to be back near the ocean. When you grow up on the coast and you are away from it for a long time, seeing it again is like seeing an old friend, feels like you never left one another. We walked along the waters edge, over rock faces and some sandy beach, but not much. Most of the shore was rock, icy, slippery rock which wasn't a good match for me or the shoes I was wearing. Kyle ended up helping me out a lot. We made our way out onto the dock and snapped a few pictures of the fading sun in the distance. It was hard to believe that we were in fact at an ocean since the surrounding area was closed in by land and a few solitary islands. However, off in the distance you could see where the vast open ocean began, it was all so beautiful. There was a path that led us over a small hill top to another view of the coast, so we decided to take a little hike. That day was so bright and sunny that for a moment you could actually feel the heat of the sun underneath all the layers of clothes we were wearing. Or maybe it was my imagination wanting me to feel that.

Once we were back in the car we headed to town for some shopping. The city was big incomparison to most cities in Sweden, so we did quite a lot of walking. We went to the usual stores, H&M, Vila, Vera Moda, etc and I must admit that at some point I felt bad for Kyle since he was outnumbered and pretty much forced to come shopping with us. He seemed to be ok with it since he and I were playing around like kids most of the time anyway, trust falling on one another and taking funny pictures in the dressing mirrors in the stores. Maddis had no time for games, she was on a mission. She was on the look out for a certain type of hat, so we were able to help her out with that. Luckily we were successful in finding it and she was no longer annoyed with us acting like kids.

Back at Maddis's sisters place we ate a really nice family dinner. Her brother in law made pizza which was absolutely delicious. One was a normal type of pizza, cheese, veggie toppings and some meat. The other was my favorite, made up of mozerella, arugula, brie cheese, honey and pecans. It was amazing! I regret not getting the recipe from him while I was there, but hopefully I can retrieve it on a later date. After dinner, the kids were put to bed while the grown ups had some drinks down stairs and talked. I proceeded to play a drinking game with Maddis's sister and brother in law that I made up on the spot. I had my swedish to english dictionary and was testing their translation skills as they were mine. It turned out that they were better then I thought, therefore leaving me to drink a bit more every round. After a while they decided to head up to bed leaving us to get ready for the night out on the town. In Gothenburg there seems to be one popular strip where most bars and night clubs line the street, that was exactly where we wanted to be. We headed to the bus, a little late I might add but luckily he stopped for us.

Our first stop was O'Leary's for a couple of beers before the club. We chatted up a couple people while there and I am pretty sure Kyle was getting hit on by a burly looking man. Kyle kept trying to get our attention but Maddis and I were to busy enjoying the scene. We then made fast, but somewhat wobbly head way to a club around the corner were we danced the night away. I didn't know that Kyle could dance the way he did that night, I was pleasantly surprised! He was in more words or less "cutting a rug". Towards the end of the night, I danced with a guy who must have been about 5'2 to Grease Lighting. Kyle later exclaimed that he must have been Bilbo Baggins and that he had showed him the ring, just to clarify. We got back home around 3 in the morning and were asleep by 4, what a night!

 The next morning, we rose reluctantly with achy heads and puffy eyes to a bright day. It was about noon when we woke so we decided to order pizza to the house, stay in and watch TV. It was the perfect way to spend a day after a long night out. Maddis and I had about a 4 hour drive back to Orebro, so we said our goodbyes and thank yous to Maddis's sister, the kids and her brother in law and took Kyle to the train station. Needless to say we were utterly exhausted on the drive home. It was a great time in Gothenburg with those two and was also a sad ending to my amazing holiday. I won't ever forget this past Christmas, it was definitely one to remember. Its back to work once home and then New Years is on the way!

Dog Sledding in Scandinavia, a MUST!

One of my wishes and bucket list ideas is dog sledding. When Maddis gave me the post card with the dog on it saying her present was a surprise, I had a feeling that it might be dog sledding, but I didn't want to get my hopes up so I thought about all possibilites. Like I said in my previous post, when we got to the site for the dog sleds, there were a couple of things that we could have done besides dog sledding. There were snowmobiles and a ski rental shop with a ski lift right next to it. Plus she had brought helmets to make me think we were doing something else. She is a sneaky one.

We were assigned to a sled that had 7 dogs attached to it. We were the third sled behind a father daughter combo and behind us was the rest of their family, mother and daughter. When we were ready to go the dogs went from exhausted to pumped and energized. They were jumping and barking, pulling at the sled signifying that they were ready to go. The two guides were on the front sled and told us to pull on the rope that held us to a pole in the ground third so that we were all in a line heading up the "hountain". Maddis was the first to be in the sled and I was the "driver".  There wasn't much to do as a driver since the dogs knew the way but there was a break peddle in case the dogs were to fast or if there was danger of crashing into the sled in front of us. Half way through the trip they added another dog to our sled because lets face it, these dogs were smaller then I thought and Maddis and I are not children. It was a tough ride up, the dogs were pretty tired and so I had to push the sled a couple times to get them moving. Even when you thought they could take no more, we would be stopped and some of them would look back at me as if to say "what are we waiting for?! Lets go!!!". The people in front of us were going quite slow, I am not sure if it was their dogs or the fact that the dad was breaking almost the entire time, but we had to stop a few times in order to get some speed going up some of the steeper hills.

Once we got to the top, the scenery changed a bit. We weren't surrounded by trees so much as white tall objects here and there. The fog came in so everywhere you looked it was white except for us and the dogs. I couldn't really tell where the ground ended and the sky began. Getting lost out there would have been extremely frustrating and difficult. It was very cold as well, my toes were starting to go numb. We finally arrived at a resting place and let the dogs take about a 15-20 minute rest. Where we stopped was at a small ski hut in a valley in the middle of nowhere. Maddis and I ordered up hot chocolates and cinnamon buns. There was a small room with a wood burning stove that we set up shop in. I had been sweating so I decided to take off all my jackets so I could dry out a little bit. Once we were through with our fika, the two guides asked us to go back to our sleds and get ready for the trip back down. This time it was my turn to be in the sled and to sit back and relax. I figured we were going to be flying down the face of this "hountain" since it was mostly downhill. The scene was incredible before we left the ski hut. Every single dog knew what was about to happen and you could tell they were all extremely excited. Most were jumping, pulling and barking. The noise was immense, so the main guy walked through the packs and tried to shush them. It worked for like 5 seconds but then they got riled up again, so they set them loose and we were off!

The people in front of us, yet again, were painfully slow. Maddis and I did stop quite a bit as well to get some speed. There were even a couple times were we traveled off road a little, this made us laugh a lot. Unfortunately for one of the dogs, he kept getting stuck in the rope, twice I had to untangle him. I almost wanted to just hold him in the sled with me because he looked so tired. I was a little nervous to touch or handle him since I wasn't sure how these dogs reacted to people but when I went over to him to untangle his leg, he just kept looking straight. It was like I wasn't even there, I'm sure that they are handled all the time by other people and was glad that he did not growl or snap at me. There were some parts of the path that we bounded and sped over, I was laughing most of the time. We were the loudest team out there, encouraging the dogs to run was number one with Maddis and I. We kept saying that they were probably thinking, shut up and let us do our jobs. But we just kept whistling and praising them as we went along. They were great!

It seemed like we got back to the starting point all to quickly. I wish it had lasted longer, but man, what a Christmas gift, one of my favorite gifts in my life up to now. I must have thanked Maddis a million times and even almost started to cry when she told me. Thats me, emotional Whitney. It was a great experience that I will never forget it and encourage everyone to try it.

I asked one of the guides how they pair up the dogs and he told me that they try to pair them according to ranking, relationship with one another and if they live together. The dogs are born with the want to pull a sled in their genes, its all they want to do. Its easier to pull a sled if you are next to a friend I guess, someone to motivate you through out the trip. Sounds like a team sport to me! After we were done, we were able to pet the dogs. They all looked and acted exhausted. I could only imagine how tired they must have been. Some were resting on each other and some had dug holes and were curled up in them. We were the last ride of the day so they were putting the dogs back in their compartments when we left. It was a wonderful day with the dogs and I will never forget the experience. THANK YOU MADDIS!!