As close as we’ll ever get to being Vegas show girls.

So after a packed weekend with Sof Sole and Team Refuel, I am officially talked out. Or as my kids used to say, I have used all my words.
Here’s my race summary in a sentence though: my first DNF. Things with the hamstring/glute situation were fine–or weren’t totally killing is a better description–for the first mile. Somewhere around second or third one, the muscles got as angry as the lights on the Strip were bright, and I did the wise thing. I dropped out. I won’t lie: it wasn’t easy. But I tried to be the mature, intelligent 39-year-old I pretend to be  and do the right thing.
I had a fun little walk back on the Strip to the finish and documented it on Sarah’s iPhone, but like everything else in Vegas this weekend, the information highway is jam packed this weekend, and the pics aren’t coming through via e-mail yet. We have flights that are badass early, so I’ll try to post those later tomorrow.
In the meantime, here are some from the rest of the weekend. We’ll have race reports from the three winners of the free entries from Sof Sole–Leslie, Michelle and Carolyn–coming up this week, as well as SBS telling us how she stripped at night. Spoiler alert: her plantar fasciitis did not cross the finish line with her. Sweet.

Our home for about 15 hours this weekend. So cool so see so many of you and hear your stories. Thank you for stopping by.

Some fast women–and me–enjoying a marble table and some chocolate milk. 

A group of badass runner mothers if I’ve ever seen one. A fun morning chatting with all of you–hope you all r ‘n’ r’ed.