My last thought was that after such an unspeakably brutal induction, it only made sense for us to take a day off to rest and recover. We’d sleep in until ten o’clock, have a leisurely breakfast, and after that there would be plenty of time for the six of us to gather in a circle to share our feelings, explore our emotions, and discuss how to dial back the mileage and the pace to something more manageable.
Dude. There is no dialling back. You have limited food and water and you're already behind schedule. Suck it up.
