Running Sin City

T-minus 3.5 days. "I'm leaving on a jet plane..." off to sin city to run my first half marathon (Rock N Roll Las Vegas) and doing it means leaving my little ones and the hubby for two days and nights. (Boo! I am pretty teary about that.) I have never been in better shape but I got hit by a chest cold last week and am still recovering. My runs lately have made me feel like I'm dragging my legs through the mud while battling a case of asthma. Instead of hearing my footfalls in sync with my deep, calm breaths they land to a nice rhythm of cough, cough, wheeze, wheeze. Oh well, I'm sure the desert night air will do me recuperative wonders.

Maybe lady luck will come out and show some support for me too. Or at least she could smile down on the $100 I'll be laying out on black at the roulette table. It would be great if I could come home having earned back all my costs of going there. That is one great thing about a trip to Vegas, there is always the potential that no matter how crazy a time you have there, your trip costs can be covered by a genius night at the tables thereby invalidating your desire to complain about anything.

It should still be a pretty good trip even if I don't cross the finish line under my goal time of 2 hours 20 minutes. I just have to keep remembering that finishing is a great accomplishment in itself and to stop to drink in the lights and sounds and music along the way. This is the ultimate way to run sin city after all: rock music, the strip closed to traffic at NIGHT and a post-race party at the Palazzo. Okay, I'm feeling better about this already. Now let's shake a tail feather at those little 13.1 miles!