I have little time to write this, I'm flying out to greenland in just a few hours and although I'm packed there will be much to do.
Yesterday afternoon saw me completely shaken by the thought of what I'll be doing over the next weeks. Nordic Skiing across sea ice then up into the foot of mountains and all the way back to Kulusuk in Eastern Greenland. The thing that was getting under my skin the most was operating in a the cold weather. In particular my energy levels and the amount of food I'll need to metabolise in order to go the distance.
I had done most of my training in the desert during the summer where temperatures were around +40c and where my body had to do very little to stay warm. As I left Alice Springs and travelled to Tasmania I was carrying around 10kg of padding and I was very proud of it. Eating so much food in the heat was not easy as you dont need to and it often made me quite lethargic and feeling for lack of a better word stupid.
There is quite a fundamental difference between how my body metabolises food at +40c and at -10c. At -10c my body is constantly burning fuel in order to generate heat and keep me from freezing. So within a few days of being in Iceland where I've been for 3 weeks now my body kicked into overdrive and began to metabolise my prized chub that I'd worked so hard on.
Just in the last few days here in Iceland training on skis and doing a few walks has dropped me back down to a weight that I haven't been in years, some where around 73kg. Its good for the tight jeans I like to ware around the town but loosing this security blanket of fat caused a great sense of anxiety yesterday.
To add to this feeling the first 4 other people to arrive at the guest house who were on the same trip were substantially taller than me and I'm not exactly short. All I could think of was the math behind our steps. If these guys gain 5cm on me each step and we ski for 1 hour I might be behind 100m add to that stopping to take photos and I'm scurrying to keep up, all day, every day.
But to cut a long story short, the crews are gathering for breakfast, a good talk to the guide who has only been to the south pole 6 times settled all my worries and answered all my questions.
I hate to cut it short but there will be plenty of photos and words about Greenland soon its time to gear up.