Somehow I managed to stay sober enough for one night on my recent trip to Vegas to get up at a decent time and run. I packed my shoes and running gear so I had good intentions, but the allure of sin city can certainly suck you in. Before you know it, its 5 am, and you can’t remember the last time you saw daylight, or drank something that wasn’t made of vodka.
I’ve always thought it would be fun to run the strip, but to be honest, it’s actually not the best run. It’s full of stoplights, stairs and escalators, and it’s hard to run for more than 1km without having to wait a minute or more at stoplights to cross the street. It’s also surprisingly short. I ran from the Hard Rock Hotel to the north end of the strip and then the south and it wasn’t even 6km. I suppose I could have gone further, but I turned back when things started looking a little too seedy.
I went early so there were very few people around. It was strange to see the Vegas streets so deserted. My favourite part of the run was in front of the Bellagio underneath the trees. If it had only been a little warmer, I could have run this short area 10 times over. Unfortunately, I underestimated how cold it is in Vegas in February and my tank top was a little sparse for the 4 degrees and early morning breeze.
Of my 3 nights in Vegas, this was the only thing I did that was healthy (unless shopping counts!) It felt good to get outside and breathe the (somewhat) fresh air but any good that run did was quickly undone later that night!
I still feel drained. A trip to Vegas a few weeks before my longest distance race is certainly not conducive to training. Just a short 18km run on the agenda this weekend. Sigh. Wish me luck. I’m on a green tea and vegetable diet till then.