I finished the Rysäkari march competition. 56 kilometers, with an extra 32 kg's of gear on my back (which is more than half of my own bodyweight, mind you.), cleared in 21 hours.

My shoulders are fucking killing me. Pain is temporary, honor eternal.

It was a tight match, our group was last at one point, but we managed to climb all the way up to second place.

Also, extra-long vacation coming up+ Juhannus (a Mid-Summer holiday/festivity/thing in Finland)= OH LORD THE AMOUNT OF ALCOHOL TO BE CONSUMED.