20 miles in and with each leg there is an ever growing temptation to just jump off the next bridge or in front of the next truck. Eating is something I must force myself to do. Never thought I'd say this but I'm so tired of peanut m&ms. The noises grow louder and scarier with each passing mile and the fog is thick as molasses. Luke and I (Aaron) have one more leg to go and it's the last one.