Well I've fucking done it. I had a hell of a night last night attempting the world record time of 150 hours. I didn't quite make it, but gave it a hell of a shot. I was sitting at 94 miles and 12 beers deep on the night and I honestly thought I could make it. There was a relatively lively group of drinkers surrounding me and I thought "Hell might as well make a run at it." Probably the biggest mistake I made was not running when I was at 12 beers. Needless to say I woke up at 6:30AM on the couch of downstairs moontowers effectively pulling a Curt. All said and done I drank 17 beers last night in the effort and I'm pretty happy with that. I wasn't feeling good at all when I first started drinking, but with great encouragment from my friends and teammates I just dug deep and pounded the beer. However, I ended up throwing up which sucked and meant I'd have to drink to compensate which I did upon waking up on the couch. Fucking hardest four beers I've ever had to drink. I found that drinking a beer and then noming on some chips and salsa helped a lot.
After sleeping off the drunkness I woke up at 9:40 and headed downstairs. Palma was packing up his car as he prepares to head to LA for his semester there. Veroline and I hung around while he packed up and unfortunatly said our goodbye. It sucks to see him go as he has been a great friend and supporter of everything I've done. So Palma if you're reading this, best of luck on your time there, I know it will be great, and you will be missed here. At around 10AM I said fuck it and went for my last run of this experience. I did a nice little juant down the trails off of cinders. I couldn't help but feel really happy while I was running and I was probably smiling for the whole thing. Having drank 98 beers in 6 days I only had 2 left to drink. It didn't end with a huge bang or anything, it was just myself and Veroline watching shark week(I still want fucking bear week) and it was a pretty relaxed drink. All said and done I ran 100 miles and drank 100 beers in 156 hours, just 4 hours short of the world record.
I don't really like to sound cocky, but I'm fucking proud of this shit. This was hard as hell and I was a fucking man about it and did this god damn thing. This was something that no one on my team has ever done and I can honestly say that I'm extremely proud to have been the first to complete it in a program that has some pretty storied drinking history, but also a fast running history.
I've had some time to really reflect on my life a good amount in this whole experience. This past year has been a pretty rough year for me. A good friend of mine passed away(the third in four years), my mom was diagnosed with a mild form of skin cancer and underwent surgery and I wasn't there to support her, I loved and lost, and did somethings that hurt some people and for that I am truly sorry. However, I also had some pretty great times this year as well. I had a fucking blast with my friends and teammates at various parties this year as lazy river and magical journey this year were a hell of a good time. The beer pong thursdays that we started doing this year are just some of the best times I've ever had in college just Broing out, listening to Motion City Soundtrack and blink 182, and having a great time. I also had a hell of a season running wise as I was all-state in cross and outdoor track and missed being all-state in indoor by one place. I found a new passion in the steeplechase and am hopeful that I can qualify for nationals in cross and also maybe hit the provisional time in the steeple. Ya know life can be hard sometime and I've had some moments where I've been stressed and pretty low, but ultimately you just need to be happy. I am a very fortunate to be surrounded by great people that care about me and as the saying goes "Life is to short to be anything but happy" And that's what I am. Thank you to everyone that supported me through this, I am full of love.
