Writing Prompt #9

This was my dream. I had finally been invited to race my dogs in the biggest dog sled race in the world. I was at the top of my game riding on the sled behind the dogs and I was confident I could win. The race was long and treacherous and was by no means easy, there are a few if any houses along the route. My dogs were in the best shape of their lives and ready to take on any challenger. The first two hours were good, we were staying right behind the leader. By the 5th hour I had taken the lead and was moving at a break neck speed sliding around corners, pushing the limits of racing. We ended up pulling way away from the former leader and we raced out onto the frozen lake. The ice was so smooth and easy to go fast on so I pushed the dogs to go a little faster and as we were cruising along I just glimpsed an ice heave before I slammed into it. The dogs were fortunate and swerved around it, but there was no slowing the sled down so I smashed into it and that is all I remember until I woke up in and igloo with an Eskimo staring at me. He told me he found me out on the lake with my 8 dogs sleeping around me keeping me warm, I was unconscious because I had slammed my head on the ice. He took me to his igloo farther out on the lake and bandaged my wounds. I have no idea how I got 4 bucks in my pocket but I ended up giving it to the Eskimo for his troubles. That rock that was in my other pocket was supposed to be my lucky rock but I guess it wasn't working today.