August, 2017.  The whole family made this trip.  Beautiful resort, great margaritas, swim-up bar, massages on site.  Boat ride, not so good.  Horse ride, unforgettable.  Nice trip.

What was I, an overweight, 62 year-old man, doing participating in the subject event?  I do not know.  It began many, many months ago when my daughter, who was working, asked me to sign her up for the event.  I did that.  Then my wife Yoriko suggested I sign up too.  In a moment of Pavlovian stupidity, I did.  The idea was that it would give me motivation to reduce weight.  That didn’t happen.

I finished.  That’s about all I can say.  So did approximately 10,000 others, many dressed up as a Star Wars character.  I dressed as a stormtrooper who was running 13.1 miles.  That’s to say I wore gym gear.  It was crowded.  In fact after (time redacted) minutes of spreading the field, I still had to navigate a traffic jam to reach the finish line.  I may again suffer a bout of insanity and do another 13.1 miles, but I doubt I’ll ever be stupid enough to do it with 10,000 others.