San Francisco Marathon

In 1982, at the ripe age of 40, I decided to run a marathon.  I was in pretty good shape for someone that old, but I did no training whatsoever.  I simply called up my good friend Irv Brenner, and asked him to drive me to the event.  

And so I did it.  I enjoyed the route, the crowds, the cheers of encouragement, and after close to four hours I found myself crossing the finish line.  I didn't feel overly tired, but I was very stiff: I had to be helped to a prone position on the grass by volunteers, and I just lay there, staring up at the sky, amongst a multitude of similarly prone bodies, thinking "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list."