Tales from a wannabe athlete

So, this just happened.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I get over zealous with my abilities and am often times able to convince myself that anything is possible. Signing up for the Las Vegas Half Marathon is exhibit A. 

Last night, in a fit of boredom and insomnia, I found myself booking travel to Las Vegas and registering for a second dose of 13.1. I remember thinking, "Well, it's such a good deal on the hotel, how can I pass that up?"

Clearly, I've forgotten the painful recovery of the last half I did. 

Just to clarify, this wasn't a complete spur of the moment event (have you met me?). But a race I've been considering for a long time....I just needed to suffer from lack of sleep to convince myself to do it. Awhile ago, Friend G told me about her experience with the run and how much she loved it. 

It instantly (along with a Disney run) became a bucket list item. 

This will be my first Rock n Roll half marathon and I'm really excited. Snoop Dog (or lion or puma or whatever he's calling himself now) is the opening headliner and there is entertainment every mile. What makes this race even better (yes, better than dropping like its hot...) is that it's run at night. All the casinos will be lit up and it'll be real different from any other race I've done. Probably from any race I'll ever do again. 

The best part of all this is that I don't even like Vegas all that much. Vegas likes stilettos, copious amounts of alcohol and high matinence. I like books and netflix and yoga wear. It seems so fun and bright and sparkly though that I'll throw on a cute running outfit, carry some neon glow in the dark lights and run till dawn. 

Or at least for two and a half hours after sunset. Running till dawn would be ridiculous.