Greetings, Saints.

I wish I'd had time to watch this video before writing this email, but I didn't. I had to scrub through it in order to get it to Rodney on time. But the parts I did see, I loved it. Everything about the book of Hebrews interests me.

I failed to run 72 miles on Thursday. I will tell you more on Monday's show. I learned a lot about brotherhood. I ran 66 miles, breaking my record of 65 by 1 mile, and doing it 2.5 hours quicker than last year. I am stronger than I was last year. I had time to run six more miles, but my feet and my body could not continue. The sun did it. The temperature did it. It was neither an energy problem nor a will problem—the sun and a lack of electrolytes bent my body sideways. Literally. Or it may have been a strange decision I made concerning my shoes. I'll explain more on Monday. The heat was devastating for my feet, as the pavement was probably 90 degrees. The sun NEVER let up—except for twenty beautiful minutes around 6 pm when it rained. I thought it was my salvation. But then after that, the sun came blaring again. There was no break from it, and the wind was at my back all day---the opposite of what you want in that kind of heat.

It was the worst weather to try to run 72 miles in. 84 degrees, high humidity, and the sun never went behind the clouds. It beat down all day, save for that bizarre twenty minutes. I should have delayed the run. But I stuck to the schedule instead. The sun is the reason I could not run 6 more miles, even though I had the will and the energy. As I said, I'll explain more to you on Monday. I have to explain. I need to explain. I need to get closure on it. I'm disappointed in myself.

So it was a success in some way, and a failure in another way. But wait until I tell you about the brotherhood that formed with Wes, and Terry, and Greg. They are still here visiting me as I write, as my dear wife Maria is in Peru.

I still limp when I walk. I am not yet recovered.

I'm already thinking of another attempt, but this time in January. It was foolish to try this so late in March. I was going to go on March 6, but the jury summons forced me to postpone, and Maria had to go to Peru early. This is the clusterfuck I referred to earlier.

Oh, what small problems these are compared to the rest of the world. Compared to your trials.

I am completely humiliated by the video I made on Friday, in the 66th mile of my run. My lymph node enlargement looks horrible. I look horrible. When I saw it later, I told the guys, "I am going to delete this video. It's awful." They talked me out of it. They said, "It's real." I said, "It's terrible." They said, again, "It's real. Leave it, Zender."

So I left it. I think I made a good point in the video, but I hate everything else about it. It's my pride that takes a hit. I was about to quit my 72-mile attempt, and my infirmity was on full display for all to see. But I do not take a day off, and I owed you a show. So a show you got—in the oddest of circumstances, at 1:30 a.m. in the middle of nowhere, north of Jupiter, Florida, while running sideways (more about this on Monday) with a swollen lymph gland that looks like a goose egg, and feet shredded like sauerkraut.( I'll show you the photos on Monday; prepare yourself. And you'll see a really disturbing video of me running sideways—it's not something you'll easily forget.)

In the meantime, enjoy some really insightful stuff on the book of Hebrews.

Greg is going to Peru with me. I've got to get this problem under my chin treated. As for my feet, I still can't walk properly. Running is impossible for a few days, but I already miss running. It's an addiction thing.

Thank you for your love and support. You not only support the work, you support ME. Not only can I not work without you, but I cannot live without you.

Grace, peace, and love to you, from the edge of the bottom of the Floridan peninsula,

Martin