At night, no headlights. Teamed up with a man I met on course. No GPS. Never quit!

I woke up that Saturday morning in Ensenada knowing I wouldn't sleep for another 48 hours. The room smelled like cheap tequila, Monster energy drinks, 4 hungover dudes, and one overworked computer programmer. Luke had stayed up the night before perfecting the software. See, we were tasked with not only

I closed my eyes to meditate. After a few minutes of the normal mental chaos, I felt a voice. A playful lighthearted soul. For the first several minutes, the spirit was more interested in showing me interesting visions; akin to a child playing the "look at me game." I was