I’m pretty sure there was nothing stealthy about my dog sledging. What with my self-inflicted injuries, my part-time dogs, and a general lack of any idea or the tiniest clue about what I was doing, I was anything but stealthy.
I was, however, relatively stubborn.
Just ask Jane – or, rather, don’t ask Jane. My stubbornness often gets the better of me – at least, with certain projects.
Dog sledging wasn’t a project per se, but I had invested so much time and energy into it, it just had to work.
Sledging at night was one way of forcing myself to get better, without anyone seeing me.
While that might sound stealthy and stubborn, the truth is the trip went far better than planned. We sledged further than anticipated, and by the time we turned around, we had run out of light.
So… stealthy, stubborn, but incredibly satisfactory. 🙂
Oh, and the black eye had turned a lovely yellow!