Jay Reeve

Yeah, so this is a slightly different one.

It sounded brutal, but legendary.

The kind of thing that ends in either glory or a stretcher.

Reality check?

We've all had spin classes that hit harder.

How tying your shoelaces too fast probably spikes the heart rate more than this did.

And Jason's version of extreme is anything that causes light perspiration and mild emotional discomfort.

Chase is poked.

He's a legend, absolutely legend.

We set off early each day, mostly because if we didn't, we might accidentally turn it into a challenge and like clockwork, we'd arrive at every stop about four hours before check-in.

Nothing screams elite endurance event like sitting in a car park waiting for a reception to open.

Then there was Dino.

Dino, the trusted beloved mule of the operation, the man responsible for hauling gear between checkpoints like some overworked sherpa with a boot full of bad decisions, absolute backbone of the trip.

Only problem, Dino seemed to exist in a completely different time zone.

Every conversation, every plan, every update,

Dino was a solid hour and a half behind.

He'd finish explaining something, and just as you'd moved on, Dino would chime in like, wait, hang on, so what are we doing?

Timing?

Questionable?

Reliability?