The moon is shining down on me as I dash across the rooftops of Nome, Alaska on this cloudless night. I'm on top of the town hall, I can see for miles up here. There isn't a light on in the whole town so the view of the buildings, few over two stories tall, is... breathtaking.

I can see the hotel standing three stories tall in front of me and a sizable gap between us,with a final burst of speed I leap!

I can feel the wind as it catches in the scarf I always wear as I soar through the air, legs still pumping. About halfway I start to lose altitude, i can see a balcony on the second floor rushing towards me.I reach out with my hands and grab onto the railing.I hang there for just a second and there pull myself up into a handstand.

I hold myself there for a minute, enjoying the danger and excitement and the feeling of every muscle in my body working in perfect harmony,suddenly I flex my muscles bringing my self down until my nose is touching the banister and push off with all my strength!

I travel upwards, feet first, as my trajectory brings me well over the roof of the hotel.I somersault in the air and land on my feet, bending my knees to absorb the impact.

I stand up straight, panting from exertion and look back at the town hall, all the way on the other side of main street!

I bend down on one knee to take a rest, and I do what I always do on these many nights I can't sleep,I think.I think about my life (if you can call it that) my training, but most of all...I think about where I come from.