There it is... Las Vegas Boulevard, the Strip, the place where the Rat Pack sang, money is won, fortunes are lost, and where, at 6am on a cold, dark December morning, we'll be dressed in our best running gear, buffet dinner already eaten, rested, and ready to rock the Strip ! And just for the record, I'm fairly POSITIVE that at the end of the measly 13.1 miles, I'll be overheard saying 'what the hell was I thinkin'??' just like last year.... hehehehehe
GOOD TIMES !!!!
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