There has to be a “world’s hardest race” somewhere, right? I’m pretty sure the Patagonian Expedition Race takes that title.
In early February, we arrived in Punta Arenas, Chile, with strong expectations as a team. It was our fourth time coming to the country to compete. We had been training intensely for months, and we arrived confident and feeling strong.
Fate had other plans. Hours before the race, Paul became violently ill with what we hoped ...