The last 2 miles since leaving Napeague Park had been a continuous climb uphill. I had no feelings left in my legs, shoulders, or buttocks. My back was feeling like it's are being stabbed by hot white blades. I just kept saying to myself that the pain didn't matter, that I was going to make it to Montauk after all. The final two files to Montauk was a series of steep hills, it was a cruel, back-breaking experience.
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