A night of almost no sleep and a day of being herded by the US airline industry, and I'm lucky to be standing, let alone running.
In keeping with my "get it while you can" philosophy, more worried that I'd fall asleep out on the road if I waited for the evening than anything else, I geared up and headed out, as soon as I hit the room, for what I'm afraid, dear readers, was an uneventful tour of the grounds of the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino.
Pools? Closed. It's 52F here.
Nightlife? It's lunch time. (Hey! I'm starving. Just noticed. Man, am I tired...)
Sun? Cloudy. Looks like rain is coming... in the desert.
I've seen an Elton John circa 1975 wanna be, a seriously asymmetrical breast enhancement, and a girl who we were trying to decide was an "escort" or a dancer. (I offered my travel companion $100 to ask... she declined.) Saw all of those were before landing in Las Vegas.
The room's nice enough.Shower is glorious. View is not so much.
"View" - parking lots, business parks, and rain on the way.
But I'm here. Run's in. Working tonight, then let's hope for a second wind.
Numbers: 1.2 slow rest miles.