I was in Las Vegas all this week to attend a work conference. I didn't leave all my money on the table, but rather at the M&M World megastore. Vegas is fun in small doses, but I think I'll need a week for my lungs to clear out from all that secondhand smoke and for my ears to stop ringing from the sound of the slot machines.
I was up early each morning to run and mostly stuck to the strip. If you think the Vegas strip is interesting at night you should see it at 6 am in the morning. You've got your hardcore runners (I guess I'm in that group), the all-nighters, sleazy dudes riding around on kid bikes (?), hotel workers vacuuming the astro turf, "average American" middle-agers who are keeping to their early rising routine, the night-shifters clocking out.... And there are the undefinables. Take for instance the couple that looked like staid fundamentalists, out in their Sunday best, with the woman wearing what looked to be a homemade dress, buttoned up to her chin. I spent a few miles pondering their story.
It's good to be home, back to the clean air, back to the green landscape, and of course, back to the trails.