Vegas stays up all night. I go to bed by 11. Vegas bets the house. I take calculated risks. Vegas is all style. I try to be all substance. (OK, maybe there's a little flash involved, too, if I'm being totally honest here!).
But one thing we can see eye to eye on...food. There's a lot of it here. And that's good, because I'm frickin' hungry.
Especially today. Find me a buffet! I caught the 7:20 a.m. flight from Burbank to Sin City. Up at 5:30 a.m., along with my lovely neighbor Trudy. Just in case my alarm wasn't loud enough, she had me covered with her usual circus act of stomping and drawer slamming.
I know some children read this blog now, so I'll refrain from writing what I'm thinking.
I'm honestly not sure which I can't stand more...Vegas, or Trudy. It's close.
Once I checked in at the Red Rocks Casino (room pictured above) and caught up on emails and text messages, I decided 9:30 a.m. would be the perfect time to fit my running time-trial in. The nice concierge pointed me to a windy, concrete path in a wash basin just a few miles from the resort. It did the trick.
At first, I felt quite sluggish. I couldn't tell if it was the air travel, the early wake-up, dehydration, lack of nutrition or general fatigue. But it definitely took me the full 20 minutes to warm-up before I began the TT portion. My right calf was stiff and it affected my stride.
Fortunately, the actual TT went much better -- even if I labored through it a bit more than usual. My 20-minute average heart-rate bpm remained the same from four weeks ago, 168. However, if I calculated correctly using MapMyRun.com, then my pace improved by nearly a full minute. Four weeks ago, I ran an 8:44 mile. Today, my pace was 7:21!
I may have to visit Vegas more often.
Following the run, I crammed in a shortened strength training session. The 45-minute workout felt like an hour-and-a-half, with the following usual suspects involved (2 sets, 15 reps unless noted):
-- Lat pulldowns, squats
-- Flys, lunges
-- Rows, leg extensions
-- Shoulder press, leg curls
-- Push-ups, calf raisers
-- Tricep extensions (1 set)
-- Arm curls (1 set)
As Brady Quinn said in the cheesy EAS TV spots, "Now I'm done." Lots of pasta, with grilled chicken, followed by a Muscle Milk. Sorry, EAS.
The rest of the day and evening has been and will continue to be work-focused. But that will be easy considering I'm at a conference. Conference calls and schmoozing with colleagues are the order of the day.
I will rest easy knowing I found the discipline to train hard in a town like this.
Ironman. An exercise in willpower.
279 days and counting.