Death March Smeath March. At the end of the second day, the allegedly hard one with an 11 mile stretch and a 3000 foot climb, five other intrepid souls and I figured we were feeling fine, and we should press on the last eight miles and finish in two days instead of three. We got rained on a lot, which was bad, and got lost for a bit, which was worse, but the feeling when we finished was worth everything. I had smuggled through a pack of chocolate covered Donettes from Walgreens, which tasted like victory, only better.
We watched Talladega Nights the next day, mostly because everyone else still on the hike couldn't have seen it yet. You know how competitive litigators can be. And it is awesome. Go see it.
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