General’s Log, Hair Date 78216.6:

There exists a profound loneliness in risk-taking—an expansive, empty chasm filled with the shadows of ridicule, judgment, and jealousy. These are the darker evils of our universe. It would be all too easy, and perhaps even tempting, to recline in my General’s Chair, basking in the sweet melodies of Jelly Roll, surrendering to the comforts of the suburban enclave we so often take for granted.

But nay, my dear friends, today marks the beginning of the 2k Challenge. It falls upon me to rise with the stars and log my miles in support of an extraordinary species known as the Puckarians. A perplexing malodorous group, indeed. Ranging from approximately 3 to 6 feet in height, these Homo ludens—“playing humans”—devour their parents’ time and resources with an insatiable fervor. “Wait…Come again?! You need a $400…CCM…Ribcor Trigger 9 Pro…composite hockey stick…as a six-year old? Oh no, no, no, no, no, my sweet child. Here’s a Sher-Wood 5000…the wood-type. XO…XO!”

Yet I digress. These spirited youths, if that’s the term we choose to use, are in need of assistance…my assistance. Today, I stand before you not as a hero, but as a humble man—one who has completed exactly 9 rollerblade-miles of a 250-day, 2,000-mile wanderlust that rivals anything Captain Kirk’s lazy ass ever achieved!

Let the journey begin.

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