![]() ![]() But I knew that, yet again, I had a choice to make. I didn’t want to abuse their kindness or take advantage of it. ![]() Everyone had been supportive throughout, and there was never any pressure to return from Urumqi, but I knew my colleagues were working extra hard to cover my workload in my absence. I had been away from my job for almost two weeks, and I worried that I was pushing the limits of the company’s generosity. Added to that, I was thinking about work. And a desperate desire to make sure that Gobi was okay left me feeling hollow inside. Conspiracy theories about what might happen cast deep shadows over me. Images of Gobi getting stolen from Kiki’s kennels flashed through my mind. I spent the entire flight home going over the same thoughts. The more attention I paid them, the more inflamed and painful these dark fears became. I couldn’t stop returning to them long after my call with Jay ended. Dion and the little dog were about to embark on an adventure that would change both of their lives. At the start of day two, he looked down and saw a little brown dog chewing on his shoes. Was that why I was being followed by the men in suits and the gray sedan? I’d always thought they were from the government, but was it possible that they were actually reporting to someone else entirely? These thoughts stayed with me like a mosquito bite. In June of 2016, Dion Leonard attempted one of the toughest races in the world a 155-mile ultramarathon through the Gobi Desert in China. I thought we’d left all the danger behind us in Urumqi, but was Gobi still at risk? If someone was making a play to claim Gobi on the Internet, wouldn’t it make sense for them to try and get Gobi in the flesh? If they had the dog, they could control the story. “My fears ran deep as though I were in a terrifying nightmare. ![]()
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