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60 miles of your normal squeaky grind, then i started playing asshole with myself where i had to drink every mile. d was asshole and i made him get my beers. i get 6 miles out of a can. by 75 miles i was getting lit already so i brought the drink down to every odd mile. then i was done...wrote down my time on a piece of paper and don't remember much else of the nights events. i do recall have a pretty good arguement about the massive quantity of marshmellows i can consume in a sitting. my arguement being that they have nothing in them so it is ok.
apparently it is NOT ok.