|Paris Las Vegas|
|Picking up our race numbers|
On Sunday, we laid low by the pool and prepared for the race, which was at night - difficult since every other long race I have done has been in the morning. I chose the half marathon, where my travel companions were running the full marathon.
The race atmosphere was pretty cool. It started around sunset, and that night there was a full moon. With the moon rising over the mountains, the sun setting, and the bright lights of the strip, the first half of the race flew by! We covered the entire strip and Old Las Vegas, with plenty of singing Elvises and little white chapels along the way.
I was pacing pretty well, but still wary that I would best my goal time. I felt good, but I knew I was pushing it. I drank at every water station because I was thirsty. Knowing we were in the desert, I felt like I always needed to replenish. My body was used to November in New England - even on a "dry" day it was still more humid than it ever is in Vegas. Around mile 11, things went south. My stomach felt awful, I was getting nauseous, and my hip began to hurt. I slogged along, knowing now that a PR was not going to happen that night.
I finally finished and found some space to sit down (which was bizarre because they shut down all traffic on the strip for the entire afternoon/evening). I plopped down, and my stomach finally staged its revolt. I had a slight chuckle with the girl next to me as she said, "Oh man, I feel the same way," as I watered the bushes with a special water/Gatorade mix. :/ Ugh. I knew D and C weren't going to finish the marathon for a while, so I took my time and found Jav. We both succumbed to the same fate - Late-run/post-run stomach issues. We were a pretty sad looking pair, sitting on a curb looking at the lights and water show at the Bellagio (which was pretty cool, btw). We finally managed to get ourselves up and heading back to our respective hotels, making sure we texted each other that we made it safely to our destination (me, just in time...).
Alas, I did not PR that day. It was actually close to my worst half marathon time of the 7 half marathons that I have run. But I finished, and really, the trip was more about the experience (that's what I keep telling myself anyway).
|D had a marathon PR!! Woo hoo!|
The next day Chris had a spa day planned with the Tedy's Team ladies, so Dayna and I hit the road to Zion National Park. Best quote of the day: "This is the antithesis of Vegas." ~D. And it was so true. As we rode out Interstate 15, which is a convenient drive through the upper northwest corner of Arizona into southwestern Utah, the mountains rose up around us. D, a.k.a. photog chic, snapped pics along the way. When it got warm enough, we put the top down (yes, Christine had snagged us a Mustang convertible!) which facilitated capturing the glorious mountains easily.
|Warning: gratuitous selfies abound!|
|State #3 of the day - and the second time zone! |
Utah = Mountain time, Vegas = Pacific time
|Thelma & Louise shot|
|Welcome to Zion|
|Trust the boot! (or sneaker!)|
|Pictures do NOT do this place justice. At all.|
|Yes, he was really that close to the road. Just having a little dinner.|