I’m Still In Las Vegas. I Finished The Marathon On Sunday In 4:44:55
I finished the Las Vegas marathon in Sunday in 4:44:55 which is some time off the result I wanted, but I’m glad I got around in one piece.
This isn’t gonna be a full race recap as I’m still in Vegas and will leave that until I’m back home.
All I can say is that I picked up a niggle on my left leg at mile 10 or 11 which killed my pace. I was terrified for the next 15 miles that I was gonna miss the 5 hour cut off and miss out on a medal.
And I wasn’t gonna let that fucking happen!
I can’t say I enjoyed the last half of the marathon. It was a battle until the end and I couldn’t focus on the city lights or the atmosphere. It is a damn shame as the race was really well organised.
Once I’d crossed the finish line a volunteer suggested that I needed help. I’ve heard that old chestnut from motherfuckers since day one, so I politely waved to him and stumbled as far as I could down the finisher’s gantry and collapsed outside Caesar’s Palace where I drank a free Gatorade and then a Michelob.
Anyway ever since then I have been enjoying my vacation with the usual combination of frozen drinks, Mexican food and hot dogs.
I had a call with the Ultra Runner Podcast guys on Monday night which went well (aside from the fact I got my head caught around the phone cord at the start of the interview, making me pause awkwardly).
The interview provided plenty of opportunity for reflection. Looking back on the last week I feel happy for it to have happened at all but I can’t help but feel sad that those moments are now gone.
I mean I’ve had lots of fun but there is a bit of regret and a few ‘what if?’ moments.
For example, if I hadn’t been such a show off and bought that massive Stratosphere cocktail in Downtown on Saturday afternoon then could I have went under 4:30?
I can’t think like that moving forward. I’m making the most of my holiday whilst I’m still here. I’m not concerned about running either. It is fun time.
Today I visited the Mandalay Bay Shark exhibition and it was amazing just staring at all of the freaky fucking fish.
After I got bored of gazing at fins I had dinner in the Mexican restaurant in the Flamingo.
They had a 2 for 1 offer on Margarita’s. I had 2 of them and a portion of Chicken Wings.
The downside of this dinner was that I was forced into my first run this side of the marathon.
I ran 0.3 miles in 1:30 at a 5:00 min/mile average. The BBQ wings along with my breakfast tacos forced me into a sprint from the Harley Davidson bar to the MGM Grand restrooms where I partook in a Grand shit.
Never again will I mix those two.
Anyway this is just me checking in to say I’m still alive and kicking.
I’m gonna head down to the Irish bar they have here in New York, New York and celebrate whilst there’s still time.