I told you I’m going to Vegas tomorrow. I am attending an RCCA training to become certified as a running coach. I wonder if they certify people who crap their pants while running (and admit it). I will probably raise my hand within the first ten minutes and ask this question just to get in good with the instructors and my classmates. I will also wear all of my race medals, compression socks and a camelback. I want these people to know I am a serious runner.
After two-9 hour days of training, it will be girl time. Some of my girlfriends are coming in for the fun part of the trip. We’re staying at the Wynn because I happen to love the topless pool there. If you’re really classy you call it the “European Pool.” No, I don’t go topless; don’t be ridiculous. No one wants to look at these little lumps topped with pencil erasers. But, I like to see who does take it off. Usually it’s not the people you would hope, but the ones who should probably remain covered. Think flab, bad tattoos and scars. But I give them credit for putting themselves out there, literally.
Another reason I like the Wynn pool is the blackjack tables. To me there is nothing, nothing better than sitting at a table in my bikini (and race medals and camelback), beer in hand, playing cards (and hopefully winning big).
So if you’re in sin-city this weekend, come find me.
The thought has crossed my mind to get a small tattoo. Just because. So far I am tattoo-less. The big mental jump is that this thing is permanent and will be with me until I die at 85 (I just decided that’s when that would happen). Let’s get real. I’m already 43. That means if I hate the tat I only have 42 more years to live with it.
Do you have a tattoo? If so, ever regretted it? If not, would you consider one? What should I get, and on what part of my body?
Don’t forget my giveaway HERE.