That was the thought running constantly through my mind as more of the delicious sub slid into my mouth. My pride, ego, and never-ending appetite called for me to keep eating, but I was more or less a prisoner.

The challenge had seemed simple enough. 100 miles didn't even seem that large before. But as I felt myself swell in new and unexpected ways, I was wondering how I would ever be able to look at a mere 1-mile sub in the same way again.

It's not like the sub sandwich was slowly losing its flavor to me. Quite the opposite, actually. As the sub went on, I found myself not wanting to stop. And it helped that every hundred yards or so, the type of sandwich changed.

At the moment, it was buffalo chicken, smothered in Sriracha sauce and cooked onions complementing the affair. A moment later, I came to the end of that variety and my eyes widened in pleasant surprise as I felt the taste of pepperoni and salami, coupled with Parmesan and oregano touch my tongue! OH ARCEUS ABOVE!!!

No, my question was merely one of curious surprise. Not even the fact that every pound of sub sandwich was going to my butt, thighs, gut, and chest bothered me. I knew a couple gigantic pokemon that could help me out.

For now, I simply enjoyed the salami.

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Gorm discovers the pros and.... well, there isn't any cons, actually.... to eating a 100-mile sub. Bon appetite, Gorm!

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