I ran a half marathon in Las Vegas. Shut the f up. Part #1.

My friend turned 35 on December 2nd, same day as Britany Spear's birthday, yeah I don't know why I don't that either. My friend also just had a baby in January. She was in labor for 60 whole f'ing hours. I've never done anything for 60 hours except for breathing. I have no kids, no pets, no plants, so I can't relate on any levels, what so ever. My friend also can't drink, 2 comsos and she's dancing to no music and feeling nauseous when we get home. When she asked to me run a marathon with her, I thought hell to the yes, gawd damn, let's get white girl skinny. I said it. I was also excited because it was something we could do together! Let's not get it twisted though, she's one of my best friends and there are MANY things we can do. These things mostly involve Thai food restaurants, the Cheesecake Factory, and talking sh*t for hours. No judgements, please. This was perfect for me because I run all the time, and by running all the time, I mean I do a half ass jog 2 or 3X's a week, and by that, I mean more like 2X's. So there we were, 2 non-runner/half joggers in Sin City at 5:30am in pants that weren't really pants, camel toe 'a blazin', with professional the Elvis look-a-like runners fixing their wigs, The Drag Queen Team doing split stretches I didn't even know were possible, and a very cute yet very annoying team of runners dressed up in wedding clothes - brides and grooms in the hundreds said their vows and ran the full marathon too. No joke. Um, it was one of the best days of my life. The run was hard, but entertaining. The road was flat, the buildings were high, and I was freezing my tits off.. in Vegas. Who knew? The last mile I got a little teary-eyed. I looked over at my friend and said "We're really doing this, we're reeeeally doing this!" She shot back - "Lock it up bitch, we're almost at the finish line." Yikes. So much for my Oprah moment. When we crossed that finish line, I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. My friend grabbed my hand and put it up in the air with hers running under that banner. We the finished the race in 3 hours and 6 minutes. Old people were walking faster then us. There were hardly people left in the race besides the obese. But we didn't care. We did something we had never done with our bodies, together. We finished hard. Like 2 skinny white girls. Awesome. This is what we look like after 3 hours of running! Haaay.