I hate you, and yet I don't hate you.
I've done one medal - the 'big show contestant' and I can honestly tell you my arms, fingers, and philaments have died and gone where-ever dead limbs go. It has killed me into the deepest, darkest, pits of hell-spawn.
However, there is this huge contement boost, this satisfactory rush (estatic, even) that comes with getting a medal or reqrd you have truly put your back into. I love this rush - I'm sure other people do too, and thats why instead of backing into a corner, cradling my broken arms and gibbering nonsense, I'm going to grow a few extra ball-hairs, just for this occasion, and I'm going to get the rest of those medals. It will like hell, but eventually those medals will be mine.
Thanks for opening up a new world of pain, punishment, and tear-jerking rewards.