Last evening's 5k was called Margarita Madness. The hook was that, in addition to the standard finisher medal, you got a margarita when you crossed the finish.

Because separating people from their hard earned shekels is their prime focus, there were also margaritas being sold prior to gun time. Naturally, there was a sizeable number of participants taking more advantage of the sales than advisable.

So now there are a couple thousand of us on the course, including the dolts that somehow thought putting an excessive amount of alcohol and citrus liquids into their gut and running in 95 plus temperatures.

I spent half the race dodging gack puddles. But l have to admit, that single drink at the finish tasted pretty good.