19 hours, 42 minutes.

7:42 PM, September 20th, 2007.

That's when I rang out.

God kept me going for the last ten hours.

Especially the last two or three.

I could have gone further, emotionally.

Physically, however, I was spent.

I have no excuse.

I have no regrets.

I went until I couldn't go on, God pushed me beyond that, and that's what it was all about.

So, by definition, I completed ESOAL.

It was a nightmare, but I would probably do it all over again, if given the chance.

I'm still cleaning mud out of my fingernails.

And blowing it out of my nose.

I went to bed at about 9:30 PM.

I woke up at about 9:30 AM.

And took another nap in the afternoon.

I got today off of work.

I wouldn't have been able to go, anyway, because my Supervisor is still out there (he's participating in ESOAL for the third time).

He's a Filipino BEAST.

Rest is best right now.

Meals were... interesting.

Overcoming mental blocks.

Given what they had for lunch today, I suppose I'm glad I rang out.

And what they'll eat for dinner tonight.

And what they'll eat for the rest of the meals until Sunday.

I thought cold, salty porridge was bad.

Vienna sausages are surprisingly delicious under certain circumstances.

While people were puking everywhere (hill-rolling, mainly), strictly through the Grace of God was I able to contain myself (somewhat), and not run away and convulse under a tree.

My platoon was incredible.

All four of my roommates are still out there.

I ache in places I didn't even know I could ache.

God is powerful.