There I was, at the ripe old age of 61 yrs, and 28 yrs of sobriety behind me, standing shoulder to shoulder with my teammate, James Trotman 34 yrs; ready and willing to race, our team of two against four determined teams of three, all of them polar adventurers, in the world’s toughest race. We set off from Resolute (on Resolute Bay) Nunavut (74°43’N and 94°53’W), Walk/ski 648 km/ 403 miles (350nm), pulling our food and equipment on sleds / pulks bound for the North Magnetic Pole Insanity? No, I’ve learned that insanity involves doing the same thing twice and expecting a different result. Having never attempted to race across the…