Did 15 miles once. A shitheel private in the squad didn't get the PTs done right, and they were still a little wet. My SL, a fucking PT GOD, who ran his first marathon at something like 8 yo (no shit) took us for a 12 mile run as incentive to NEVER fuck up the PTs again. At the 12 mile turn around pt, he asked how we were doing. Of course, we all said we were good. He said "Good. We're doing 15." Kept running until we got to Savannah mall, then turned around and ran all the way back.
Later in the day my SL walks up and asks how I am feeling. I tell him that I am good but am sore as I have ever been in my life. He says "Don't feel bad. I lost three toenails on that run myself." This coming from a man who once stayed late to have a few beers with the boys, called his wife to come pick him up, and when she got him home he ran the 12+miles back to the barracks to sober up, pick up his car, and drive it back home.
