I can’t put my finger on exactly which point during my grueling, masochistic, 12+ mile trot through hell that I had…well, let’s just call it a realization. I really wish I could remember the exact moment that my brain, which was most likely running on fumes, allowed me to have this singular coherent thought. Was it when I swam through a tank of 34°F water? Or maybe it was the moment that I, one who is deathly afraid of heights, jumped off of....