Traveling from southern Georgia to northern Vermont, the Appalachian Trail, although it does not share the high altitude opportunities of its western cousins, the Pacific Crest and Continental Divide Trails, is nonetheless a considerable undertaking. Particularly for Jurek. As he nears the end of the trail, he is delirious and seeing things that are not really there, and dealing with the pain of a torn quadriceps and badly inflamed kneecap. Nonetheless, he perseveres, and finishes in record time: 46 days, 8 hours, and 7 minutes, three hours faster than the previous record.
As a book reviewer points out, however, even as Jurek nurses his wounds, striving to recover quickly so that he can throw himself into a new challenge, two other people quickly eclipse his time. His record is a thing of the past.
But his pain and debilitating psychic injury are not.
Futility of futilities. Setting records is Jurek's passion, and it's great that he wishes to do so. But in a finite world, there's always another record to set.
And one day, as Ecclesiastes never tires of pointing out, it all ends.
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