A Collegian staffer will be attempting a different challenge each week for the rest of the semester and will document their experiences each Monday. Send comments or suggestions, including challenge ideas, to edge@spub.ksu.edu.

As milk spewed from my lips, all I could think was, "Why the hell would anybody do this?"

That thought was a bit hypocritical considering the fact I was one of those "anybodies." While I had decided it might be kind of fun to try the "Gallon Challenge," I was never confident I would succeed.

The Gallon Challenge is an infamous test where participants attempt to drink an entire gallon of milk in under an hour. While the Internet and a few friends provide rumors of success, the challenge is considered by most as impossible.

In the face of extreme pessimism from both online and personal accounts, I started brainstorming my game plan. I knew I would try the Gallon Challenge Sunday evening, so I spent my day drinking as much water as I could to flush out my system and try to stretch my stomach. I also decided the best strategy would be to pace the gallon out over the course of the whole hour. Here are my results:

6:13 p.m.: The moment arrived to begin the challenge. I was ready and excited, probably too excited. In the first two minutes, I managed to down about an eighth of the gallon, leaving me another 13 minutes to get to the one-fourth mark.

6:28 p.m.: I was a little ahead of schedule, but already feeling a bit full. If I was simply trying to drink as much milk as I could without making myself feel sick, this is where I would have stopped.

6:43 p.m.: I had managed to keep up the pace, just barely reaching the half-gallon mark, but I was not feeling good about it.

Accepting the fact that I was close to tossing my cookies, I gave the gallon a couple more large gulps and decided to wait for the climactic finish to arrive.

6:48 p.m.: I started gagging, then my half-gallon of progress came surging out of my mouth like a garden hose.

I will never try the Gallon Challenge again, but I do not regret what I did. The only times I questioned attempting the challenge were the moments just prior to hurling. The overall experience was not as bad as I had worried it could have been. By the time I had finished creating a puddle at my feet, I felt just as good as I had before I began the challenge.

- Matt Binter is a junior is sociology.  Please send comments to edge@spub.ksu.edu