As a junior attorney at one of the largest firms in the world, I can work for 45 hours straight (I just came off of an 18-hour jaunt), but that fuels my desire to kick my own ass in whatever free time I do have. I knew I was always different than other people, as to me, there is no better feeling than the pain of pushing your body to the limit. I’m up at 4am every day for my daily self-flagellation, and 99% of the people out there think I’m insane. Perhaps I am. But in the Death Race, I’ve found others that are likely a bit more insane and twisted than even me. And I can’t wait to race with them

I’m not going to win terms of sheer brute strength, but I’ve got this mind-fuckery (is this a PG-13 or an R essay?) down to an art. Any meathead can chop wood or move rocks for 12+ hours, but very few can compete in the mental portion of the game. And that’s the sweet spot for me. Road races are boring. Anyone and everyone runs a marathon nowadays. It’s cliche and requires one skill. I’m looking for the total package.

But really, let’s be honest. I really just want to swing an axe and curse at Joel for 24, 36, 40+ hours straight. Let’s do this.