Leave-Leaving-Left Las Vegas

It's been almost three weeks to the day since I blogged, but you really haven't missed much. Due to last week's trip to Vegas (more on that in a minute, pictures when I figure out how to post them), I'm now a week behind on my running--tomorrow will be a long run. Most of my teammates had a long one last week, while I was sleeping off jet lag. I'm looking at 18 miles... no small feat since it's been two weeks since I went as many as 10. Wish me luck. I'll try to post an update tomorrow night, after I'm out of the hospital.

I simply must lead off the body of this post by bragging on my wife. She and her Media II class at Central High School--which puts out the bi-weekly news program Central Intelligence--found out this week that they were a Pacemaker Award finalist for the second consecutive year (the Pacemaker is the high school equivalent of the Pulitzer Prize, Nichole says), this time for a story on a three-years-married couple that is dealing with the effects of serial deployment to Iraq (for him) and multilple children (for her). These two are only 20 or so, and are Central High School graduates. I make a point to watch my wife's classes' work... sometimes she even asks my advice. I wish I had the time and energy--and let's face it, cumulative talent--at GO Magazine to put out work half as good as these kids do. I really couldn't be more proud of her (and them).

Now for Vegas. What can I say? The size and excess of the place overwhelmed me. You literally have to walk for 10 minutes to make it from one casino to the next. They're that big. I didn't have the budget to gamble or go clubbing, our funds were spent on nice dinners (Wolfgang Puck's Chenois at Ceasar's Palace is fantastic) and shows (Cirque du Soliel's "O" is a marvel). It's a sign of how much I needed some time off that the most satisfying three hours I spent was at the Extra Lounge inside our hotel (Planet Hollywood, formerly the Aladdin, pictured), watching NFL. I'm guessing most of the Bears fans around me had money on the game, as they were crying when 'da Bears won by 10 over the Chiefs (the spread was 12). Poor schmucks.

Finally, I have to give a HUH-YOOGE thank you to all of the people who helped me get very near my fundraising goal for the marathon (I'm pretty much there... though you could still be the one who puts me over the top by clicking and donating here.) A number of generous friends (Nath, as one of my three regular readers, I'm cyber-looking at you) and business acquaintances who donated silent auction items (Jeff Jenkins and the Skinny Improv, Randy Bacon, Meghan Chambers and Staxx Apparel, Paul Sundy and Big Whiskey's and my always-awesome sister-in-law, Courtney Schindele and Salon Truth), not to mention my overtly supportive parents (love 'ya mama!) helped me raise almost $2,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Way to go! Now all I have to do is finish the marathon!

Other than a more-than-brutal work schedule the last several weeks, there's not too much else interesting to report. Tomorrow's 18 miles will go a long way toward determining just how ready I am for my October 20 marathon. I'm sure the light (ULTRA light, if you believe the bottle) beer I'm drinking doesn't help, but it's Friday, and I'm alive.

Peace.

ML

Let me see if you can run it, run it

Today's 16.2 miles set a new standard for pain: It's been almost seven hours since I finished, and every muscle in my leg is screaming through the handful of ibuprofen I downed an hour or two ago. I bitched about soreness in high school, but in retrospect I should not have.

That said, it was a hell of a run. I only stopped once every three miles for water, and really gutted through some knee pain. By the end my legs were cramping pretty bad, but my knee had stopped hurting. That's either good or bad. If I can't walk tomorrow I may be in trouble.

Still, I'm only 10 miles from a full marathon--the distance of an out-and-back on my favorite Greenway trail, which I've run a hundred times. If I can take care of my legs, eat right and keep focused, I may actually finish this damn thing!

This is the first time in weeks that I've actually run on Saturday with the Team In Training group and not on Sunday on my own; it's nice because I can now enjoy my (long) weekend. I've been casually watching some college football waiting for the Cardinals game tonight. Damn shame about Juan Encarnacion, the Cardinals outfielder. You don't wish this on anyone. Without that, it would have been one of the better games all year--Rick Ankiel hit a grand slam off a lefty? Inconceivable!

Happy Labor Day!

Peace

ML