I’m (technically) still alive

Holy hell on a crutch, that was hard.

My big plan was to “save it all” for the long stage so I could make progress during the cool hours. My achilles, however, decided that it would really be a great time to see the desert at night and threw a complete tantrum until I slowed down to the pace of a thorazine shuffle.

It took me 25 hours. My goal was 15. Whoops.

They handed out 250 ml of cold Pepsi today and what formerly looked like something out of MASH turned into the Wedding Dress Sale at Filene’s Basement as everyone beelined it for the distribution area.

Whoops– the director just said “Brook-leen Boony can you pleeze huurry?” so I must go.

Traditionally more people drop out tommorrow than on any other day, so wish us all luck and keep sending those emails.

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