Pete came coasting down the hill on his sled.

He took a slide down the hill on his sled.

The sled accelerated as it went down the icy slope.

I'm telling you, crossing these things with 170 pound sled, that sled may as well have weighed 1,700 pounds, because that's what it felt like.

We'd catch cat naps at 40 below on our sled, incidentally.

And I came back afterward on the sled of the helicopter back.

In the winter, I like to sled down the small hill close to our home.

We dug as deep as we could, and as the cadence of our steps increased and the sled accelerated, we left everything we had on the track, before leaving the ice and boarding our Night Train sled.

For many weeks I met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut wood and sled it to the village.

And once in the sled, as it was picking up speed, for just another millisecond, my mind went back to that day on the couch.

And as our sled slowly came to a stop and I looked into the crowd to see my mom, dad, sister and family and friends crying for me,

There I was, in what felt like a blink of an eye later, about to push my four man sled with my team to the chance of Olympic gold, Olympic glory.

Imagine, if you will, dragging a sled, as you just saw in that video clip, with 170 pounds of gear, in it everything you need to survive on your Antarctic trek.

Some of them have a very precarious thin footbridge underneath them that could give way at a moment's notice, taking your sled, you, into the abyss, never to be seen again.

He skinned the dog and improvised a harness, took the ribcage of the dog and improvised a sled, harnessed up an adjacent dog, and disappeared over the ice floes, shit knife in belt.