Articles by Elaine Vardamis

Kick, glide, kick, glide, kick, glide. My skis sliced neatly through the fresh snow and a dark fog swirled around as my headlamp beam penetrated only the first few meters in front of me.

Ask a room full of endurance athletes if any of them have ever bonked—that dreaded can’t move, can’t talk, can’t breathe, can’t function state of being—while training or racing and you’re sure to see most hands raise. We joke about it a little,... more

Crouched in the snow, headlamps glaring red inside our Bothy Bag, Dan and I were temporarily sheltered from the raging blizzard outside... more

One of my main concerns since Dan and I committed to competing in the Expedition Amundsen, a 62-mile race across Norway’s arctic tundra, is Nordic skiing with a... more