Eddie Pinero

you know, faster than I thought it would be.

There were times where it was excruciatingly slow.

There were times where it was through the heat of a South Florida, you know, sunny day.

And there were times where it was, you know, chillingly cold in the middle of the night.

But either way, all 100 miles, every single step of them were covered.

And see, me, I've been doing this for years.

I love it.

Well, hate it during the middle, of course, but that's the game.

I'm built for this through years of repetition.

It wouldn't be fair for, you know, us to compare our pursuits.

I imagine it'd be relatively similar to me walking into a boxing ring with him, right?

That would be a bad day for me.

Well, in a way, distance running like that is my boxing ring, which is why, you know, I felt like him stepping into it.

He wasn't just doing it for himself.

It felt like he was carrying a burden for all of us, a gift for us to hold onto tightly as we said goodbye to our friends and hopped back onto a plane to normalcy.

Some questions gift-wrapped for me to take back to the desert.

One, are you putting yourself through something completely foreign, new challenges?

Not, oh, this is kind of annoying type adversity, but I'm in so far over my head here that I'm drowning type adversity, because that's where change happens.

And two, are you, even when walking through the flames of hell, trusting your ability to put one foot in front of the other, to step back out onto the sidewalk, regardless of externalities,

Because the vast majority of our battles happen not out in the world, but in our minds.