Recovering In The Days After the Rock N Roll Las Vegas Marathon 2013.
For a change of pace tonight I will talk about how I recovered from the Las Vegas Marathon whilst I was still on holiday.
I went to Vegas for 10 days. I had 4 days in the City to plan for the race, 1 day to run it and then another 5 days to find myself as a man and More.
The days after the Las Vegas marathon weren’t perfect. There was pain and homesickness for a while but it was only because I’d spent a week travelling on my own and the run had left me half dead.
Besides, I really couldn’t stand any more days of heavy drinking.
I wanted something natural.
I also wanted to do something to prove that I wasn’t an uncultured Irish alcoholic.
I knew I was pissing against the wind anyway with regards to that.
Your face tends to give you away, even when you’re great at lying.
I’m the sorta person who has no interest in museums, architecture or history when I’m on holiday.
I like travelling to places that have something going for them now.
Culture only forms when something dies.
So I decided to take the Hoover Dam tour.
I had to be up at 7am to catch the Bus.
They were picking me up at the back of the Monte Carlo hotel.
By this point I had almost recovered from the Vegas Marathon. My legs were still a bit sore, but I was more interested in trying to regain any sense of balance in my life.
I was nervous as usual as long group tours are really long and awkward if you’re on your own, so I picked up a Bud Light Lime-O-Rita and drank it much too quickly.
This wasn’t a great move.
The Bud Light Lime-O-Rita had given me a severe case of the shits and I knew my day depended on me getting to the toilet on time.
This was at 7:15am and my bus was due to leave at 7:20am.
Unfortunately I couldn’t just go there on the casino floor either.
As I rushed to the restrooms some common-or-garden prostitutes, told me that would give me the time of my life for $50, right there in the Monte Carlo shopping mall.
I did not have the time or the heart for any such shenanigans. If I missed that bus my day would be ruined.
Besides, the tour operator had already offered me the time of my life for $59 and I was more inclined to believe in his marketing and his ability to do a good job.
I sidestepped around them, broke into a little sprint to the toilet whilst keeping my eyes on the prize, caught my bus successfully and then took this picture whilst on the tour.
It was a good day and another example of how running saved my bacon.