What Happens in Vegas… Shows Up On My Scale!

We work hard, so we decided to make the most of the Labor Day Weekend.

We took off to Las Vegas on Thursday where we spent that evening, and the next, eating sushi at Koi; steak, bacon creamed spinach and goose fat potatoes at the Strip House steakhouse, and sipped more than our share of cocktails. We also saw Peepshow, a racy stage show starring Holly Madison, (former star of Girls Next Door) and had a champagne toast with her after the performance.

The next afternoon, while lounging in the hot tub sipping a vodka & soda at Planet Hollywood, I met a couple who has run several marathons. It was great to feel like I had something instantly in common with people who were strangers mere minutes earlier. I have not even started training for the L.A. Marathon yet… but I still felt like we were all in the same “club.”

Saturday, Jason and I left Vegas for Salt Lake City where we watched the U.S. National Soccer Team play a World Cup qualifier. On the way to the game, we zipped through Wendy’s in the rental car, and washed those down - at the stadium - with several beers. Afterwards, we celebrated the win over El Salvador with a post-game cocktail.

I would like to say that this was my “last hurrah” before swearing off booze, becoming a vegetarian and getting up each day at the crack of dawn to exercise… but I’d be lying. Still, by Sunday morning, I was feeling a bit guilty. Utah has some of the most beautiful mountainscapes in the country, so we managed to squeeze in 1 1/2 hour hike before we flew back to L.A.

We both got on the scale on Monday morning, and were hardly surprised that we were each up a few pounds after our weekend of debauchery. Argh.

I realize that the worse shape I am in before I start marathon training, the harder it will be. So, after 30 minutes in the gym with Jason, I rode my bike for about 60 minutes and went on an hour-long walk on the beach with a friend. We ate fruit for breakfast, I had a fish tacos for lunch with a friend, and I made a healthy dinner of baked fish, rice and salad. Ok, we drank a bottle of Pinot Grigio by the time the evening was over… but all we can’t be all work and no play on Labor Day!