Eight days of non-stop jogging and running, we reached Zimbabwe. The wind also picked up speed as the temperature continued to drop rendering the ice forming on our hairs and faces. I would melt it once in a while but it would form again after sometime so I just let it do its thing and stick on my face.

'Just a bit more and we'll reach it." Elliot was a walking icicle. On that course of eight days, he did nothing to lessen the snow piling on him so, when the wind blew stronger, his ...