FUCK YEAH 24KM IS OVER!

you have no idea how bloody happy i am that its finally over. i've been dreading the march for the past week. it didn't how near pop was, as long as the route march lay on the horizon, there was always going to be dread in my heart. but now, its over. and honestly, it was actually more than bearable compared to some of the other marches. maybe i'm just saying that in hindsight, but right now it seemed pretty okay. i was abit wasted by the 12km mark, but after dinner and an hours rest, i found the march back to camp alright.

fuck man, i will never forget the moment when it ended. marching back into the parade square, screaming the victory song and all the while bathed in the warm orange floodlights which made the whole scene so surreal. i remember standing there as the light drizzle soaked our uniforms, the ominous flashes of lightning and the thunder that rumbled overhead, i remember standing there with my buddy grinning like idiots, i remember standing there as my pc marched up and down the line screaming at us, i remember being flooded my feelings of overwhelming relief and euphoria. i will remember the brutal 10 hours, but i will never forget the instance when it ended.

i think the march has easily been one of the toughest periods in my life. but i've conquered it, and i'm proud of myself.