No Limits Las Vegas
Superbowl first, the good stuff next.
Superbowl
Sunday. First off the Hawks were plagued by shady officiating from the ref's the whole game. Since when does a quarterback sacking a DB constitute a personal foul? How does a touchdown count when the ball doesn't cross the white line? How does a reciever touching a safety in a scramble equate to a offensive penalty?
My brother counted the stupid(come on they were stupid) Lombardi commercials and they played nine during the game. Six were Steelers, three were Seahawk. Players from both teams were mic'd up but only Bettis of the Steelers had his turned on for television, and that was two times. The whole Superbowl was Steeler-centric and that sucked. So endith the rant.
Good Stuff
Friday I lost only $60 at the tables. Not bad. Most of the crew hit the tables and clubs until 0500, while I retired after a late meal and was alseep by 11pm.
Saturday at 0500 I woke up for my run while my roommates where dissecting their night. I put on my running clothes and much to their comedic disbelief I went out for a 16 mile run over 2:34 (9:37 pace). Using a 5:1 plan of run/walk, which sometimes became 10: or 12:1 when I lost track.
What a great run. It was still quite dark, just me and the lights of the Vegas strip. Occasionally another lone runner would pass but for the most part I just ran south off the strip for several miles, finally deciding to turn around past the outlet mall. I didn't know they had an outlet mall. The sun was up and running back towards the strip was a great experience, it looked so close but oh no it was not. I ran a five minute negative split due to the motivating view. I ran back onto the strip and decided to do my own version of coast to coast and ran past the Paris to the northern most casino, the Stratosphere or whatever its called nowadays, turned around and back to Paris. About 90 minutes into my run, the calf tear started to flame up and though my pace did not drop much, it hurt quite a bit. My last mile was like running against the stream as people were now walking about.
Got back in time for everyone to be getting up and we hit the gym. Them to workout and me to spa. Yes good people I jaccuzi'd, steamed, sauna'd and cold plunged (legs only-what are you nuts?) a couple of times and felt 100% better.
Sunday at 0500 I was looking at my watch through blury eyes thinking that twenty four hours ago I got up to run and really had not stopped since then. After a the spa Saturday it was gambling, eat, gambling, eat, until midnight when we went to Pure nightclub at Ceasar's and then it was dance, walk, stumble, vodka/cran until 0630. We partied like rock stars in the VIP area (don't ask), on an open roof overlooking the strip. BTW, I had my first taste of redbull, it was a mixer in a vodka drink and tastes as bad as it smells. Totally not interested in it again.
After a couple hours sleep we had breakfast and the rest of the day I literally felt as if I had hit the 18 mile wall in a marathon. And I felt like that the whole rest of the day. Got home at midnight.
Monday. Today's goal is to stay awake and balance my checking account. (haha) I preset a rehab appointment today since I knew one way or the other, my body would be trashed. So that will be my training for the day.
Superbowl
Sunday. First off the Hawks were plagued by shady officiating from the ref's the whole game. Since when does a quarterback sacking a DB constitute a personal foul? How does a touchdown count when the ball doesn't cross the white line? How does a reciever touching a safety in a scramble equate to a offensive penalty?
My brother counted the stupid(come on they were stupid) Lombardi commercials and they played nine during the game. Six were Steelers, three were Seahawk. Players from both teams were mic'd up but only Bettis of the Steelers had his turned on for television, and that was two times. The whole Superbowl was Steeler-centric and that sucked. So endith the rant.
Good Stuff
Friday I lost only $60 at the tables. Not bad. Most of the crew hit the tables and clubs until 0500, while I retired after a late meal and was alseep by 11pm.
Saturday at 0500 I woke up for my run while my roommates where dissecting their night. I put on my running clothes and much to their comedic disbelief I went out for a 16 mile run over 2:34 (9:37 pace). Using a 5:1 plan of run/walk, which sometimes became 10: or 12:1 when I lost track.
What a great run. It was still quite dark, just me and the lights of the Vegas strip. Occasionally another lone runner would pass but for the most part I just ran south off the strip for several miles, finally deciding to turn around past the outlet mall. I didn't know they had an outlet mall. The sun was up and running back towards the strip was a great experience, it looked so close but oh no it was not. I ran a five minute negative split due to the motivating view. I ran back onto the strip and decided to do my own version of coast to coast and ran past the Paris to the northern most casino, the Stratosphere or whatever its called nowadays, turned around and back to Paris. About 90 minutes into my run, the calf tear started to flame up and though my pace did not drop much, it hurt quite a bit. My last mile was like running against the stream as people were now walking about.
Got back in time for everyone to be getting up and we hit the gym. Them to workout and me to spa. Yes good people I jaccuzi'd, steamed, sauna'd and cold plunged (legs only-what are you nuts?) a couple of times and felt 100% better.
Sunday at 0500 I was looking at my watch through blury eyes thinking that twenty four hours ago I got up to run and really had not stopped since then. After a the spa Saturday it was gambling, eat, gambling, eat, until midnight when we went to Pure nightclub at Ceasar's and then it was dance, walk, stumble, vodka/cran until 0630. We partied like rock stars in the VIP area (don't ask), on an open roof overlooking the strip. BTW, I had my first taste of redbull, it was a mixer in a vodka drink and tastes as bad as it smells. Totally not interested in it again.
After a couple hours sleep we had breakfast and the rest of the day I literally felt as if I had hit the 18 mile wall in a marathon. And I felt like that the whole rest of the day. Got home at midnight.
Monday. Today's goal is to stay awake and balance my checking account. (haha) I preset a rehab appointment today since I knew one way or the other, my body would be trashed. So that will be my training for the day.
posted by Comm's @ 8:38 AM
7 comments
7 Comments:
that is a hard-core weekend on both ends of the spectrum.
Congrats on the great run and the minimal losses in the casinos....
I like the 5:1 run/walk idea. I've been seriously considering that for at least the first half of the Florida run.
Great run. Great blog header as well.
party'n like a rockstar doesn't sound like fun when you have a hangover.... but red bull and vodka...na doesn't sound good... no way.
nice new header...
I agree about the game...Steelers, Steelers, Steelers...ESPN (ABC) has ruined sports.
As far as the run goes...You go to Vegas and run 16 miles down the strip without the Vice Squad chasing you? Animal.
That sounds like fun, running alone in Las Vegas. Good discipline to leave the table and go running!
Volka & RedBull - done that a LONG time back, I think it is called KILLER KOOLAID. :)
I went into the SuperBowl not giving a damn about either team... but I got interested because it seemed like the Seahawks were losing due to bad calls, not bad play. I probably know more about football than the average 'ok-I'll-watch-it-with-you' wife (3 years in the Marching Illini) and I understand most penalties, but many times I asked my husband to explain how those calls were legit.
And we haaaated those Lombardi trophy commercials; thought they were ten different kinds of wrong.
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