Two weekends ago Jess drove down to New Mexico to participate in the Bataan Memorial Death March. It is a 26.2 mile event that you can either run or ruck march. He chose to ruck march it in the heavy devision which means you have to have at least 35 pounds on your back. He also represented his army unit and carried their flag the whole time. Although I had never heard of it, it is a pretty popular event as you can see by Jess's number. Jess found out about this about a year ago and wanted to do it, mostly because his Grandpa was a survivor of the original Bataan Death March in WWII. I thought it was really sweet.
In Jess fashion, he did a lot of training for it. (That's sarcastic, but you can't tell in writing.) But he's been so busy I can't blame him too much. I actually didn't think he'd need much training, but when I heard about it later I didn't think I would be able to do it. It was in the 80's the day he marched and about 10 of the 26 miles were either going up or down a mountain. When he hit mile 22 you hit a sand pit where you are in ankle deep sand for a couple miles and all of this with a heavy backpack strapped on you. Jess said it took him 12 hours to complete. Jess said it was the hardest thing he's ever done, but I know he had a good time and I'm proud of him.