We are all having breakfast now so the middle legs are already fading from memory. It's a survival phenomenon:if you accurately recalled the worst parts of running 6 MORE miles on 2 hours of sleep with chili cornbread sloshing in you stomach, you'd never run this thing again. Nor be able to enjoy chili cornbread.
Here is the profile of Chris's 8.3–mile Leg 19. The scale is 800 to 1200 feet. Absolutely brutal.
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