Since we were teenagers, my school friend John has been dreaming of spending his 30th in the most debauched and alcohol-fuelled holiday destination, so this weekend a large group of us are indulgently flying to Las Vegas to fulfill his wish. But with only 5 weeks before the triathlon age-group World Champs, I somehow need to fit in some training into this debauched weekend. Unfortunately the birthday boy in question isn't the most sporty and was not overly enthused that I would be attempting to continue my twice daily sessions, so I will be launching the 'secret sin city training club'.
Its unlikely there will be many open water swimming lakes in the Nevada desert, but how about some lengths of a heart or dollar-shaped pool? I doubt there is much room for bikes amongst the pink stretch limos on the strip and how the hell can an English girl run in 39 degree heat? The fact that everyone is there to soak their livers and party hard and are not particularly condusive to a triathlete in training, but I am determined to have a go.
After a long flight via St. Paul, Minnesota (home of Park Tool for any bike geeks out there), we arrived in overwhelming heat, picked up by a dusty local taxi we headed off down the bright lights of the strip to The Bellagio - home of the biggest water fountain display to overly dramatic music. A quick recce of the hotel facilities: a casino bigger than Westfield, restaurants and of course several wedding chapels but what about sport? An amazing 6 pools in an array of different shapes but with definitely no 'fast lane' and a gym full of body builders and overweight business men, this should be interesting...
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