Jacob and I ran up the mountain, and we'd be darned if we weren't going to run down it too! Maybe I should have walked. Once I started running, I couldn't stop. Every time I did, my legs turned into rubber, so I just kept going, and going, and going... I only came close to breaking my ankle once, no thanks to Jacob. I wouldn't have even thought about it if he hadn't said anything. At the bottom were these guys selling 24oz glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice for five dollars each. Capitalism at its finest.
