Well, we did it--and we finished it in just a little over an hour, too. We really knocked out those miles pretty easily (although I did get a little more tired towards the end, due to the countless free bottles of water I was carrying in my backpack; for some reason, I felt the need to pick some up at every station we came to). Good times were had, hands were compulsively washed and laughs were shared. I saw Tyson for the first time since our "break up"--it actually went just fine and we had a good time walking together and getting caught up. We did an unofficial count of the money raised by the entire team (which, mind you, was just 6 of us or so), and we came in just short of $1500. Not too bad!
I'm still too traumatized to talk about the breakfast that FOLLOWED the walk (let's just say that Greg ended up meeting my mother and she was in FINE FORM), but I'll try to post about that part later. I'm still waiting to see what happens at Part 2 of Jen's Hell on Earth tonight (some of us, including Said Mother, are going out bowling tonight, and he said he was going to meet us for a little while for that, too--to "talk to my mom some more." I, frankly, am sure that he was just being polite and is halfway to Canada by now).