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As we all clutched our knees while trying to get our heart rates down, Scott mentioned, “Not sure if everyone saw, but Chris did use the puke bucket, but then quickly came back in and went right back at it, and that is exactly the attitude we are looking for.”

I was feeling good before this, but I was floating on clouds after a compliment from Scott. Life is funny that way, too! I would not want to be anywhere else in the world at that point. All that was missing was Beata, my second half, and I wished she could be there to see me.

We chatted a bit with everyone, got changed, and made our way back to the hotel room to our beds as we were practically sleepwalking at that point. We first stopped off at the gas station and bought over twenty vitamin-infused waters to keep us hydrated and then crashed for the night. I could not remember when I had slept so well; I started snoring the minute my head hit the pillow.

In the morning, we were all aching and sore to the point that it was hard to walk straight, as the lactic acid invaded our muscles. Our legs were as stiff as wood as we tried to bend them to walk. We learned another lesson about what most of us take for granted: simply walking! One of the guys decided not to go for breakfast in order to remain in bed, but I was hungry and I knew my body needed fuel for another day, only this time it was going to be an entire day of fun that awaited us.