Right around a week ago, I ate a burrito the size of my forearm. It took somewhere in the range of twenty to thirty minutes [in the excitement of taking this burrito head on, I forgot to set a timer], and when it was all said and done, when there was nothing left but aluminum foil and barbecue sauce stains and a memory of the 2,000 plus calories that were now a part of me -- after all that, there was a bizarre feeling of accomplishment. I had finished what I had set out to do.
There is not much else to report -- after all, eating, no matter what ESPN tries to tell you, isn't that exciting. It was by no means easy [or even pleasant towards the end], but I did finish, and even had enough room for a Shiner afterwards.
Even the employees were excited.
You can imagine how the jokes that were made as we looked at this photo.
All that remained.
A medal Ryan crafted for me, using paper napkins and some of the foil used to wrap the conquered SuperMonster.
The author, in desperate need of a shave, wearing the medal outside.
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