I wasn't sure that we would make 100 miles, but I knew that I only had to outlast Benji. I could then chastise him and assault his ego, which was as fragile (or large, depending on how you look at it) as mine. Before embarking on our endeavor, I ran into Benji yet again. As he smoked a cigarette, Benji told me that I better be working out because he didn't want me slowing him down, and he had been going to the gym and doing leg presses. I smiled to myself. Benji was doing leg presses while I was running 3 to 6 miles a day (not by choice), sometimes with a ruck sack (also not by choice). Nothing that would set me up to do 50 miles a day, but enough to give me the confidence that Benji would quit before I did. However, I was buying into this whole thing. I wanted to make the 100 miles and be able to tell everybody about how great we were. Beating Benji was just my back up plan to regain the upper hand in manliness. Benji picked a 100 mile section of the Appalachian Trail. According to him, the last 50 miles of this section were the flattest part of the AT. I suggested we do 50 out and 50 back on the flat part, but that was too boring for Benji; he didn't want to see the same terrain twice. This was a critical decision, as we later found out that the first 50 miles was one of the most mountainous sections of the AT. To be continued . . .
Matt B
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