I now know that when I die and go to hell, it will consist of an eternity of pulling 500+ kilogram sleds up chunks of ice the size of five story buildings in make you whimper like a sissy cold, and then down the other side into slushy sea ice, trying to avoid leg crushing crevices. Polar exploration / exploits? No thank you! (The descriptions of frostbitten fingers and walking around with black, rotting stumps of dead flesh on the ends of his fingers made me really queasy.) Still, remarkable character. His 7 marathons, on 7 continents, in 7 (consecutive!) days, not too long after almost dying of a heart attack is an amazing feat in and of itself. And yes, he is related to those actor guys.
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