It's quiet out in these woods. Your cold feet pound against the frozen ground beneath you. Your face is cold, your hands are cold, the wind blows through the forest, but you feel alive.

We're an uncommon group, a bit rough around the edges maybe, but we've all got each others back. We're all here to put ourselves in a potentially uncomfortable situation and see how we deal with it. The good news is your not alone, we've got your back and so do the other frozen runners who share this strange drive to be uncommon. 

So head north, come with a friend - let's see what you're made of. 

Welcome to ARKTOS,