Going back to Saturday…
Somehow Page found out about this Santa Suit 5k in Vegas the day before the Rock ‘N Roll Half Marathon. She g-chatted me about signing up and of course I said yes. Running in a Santa suit with thousands of other Santas? When else would I get the chance to do that? Most likely never. Plus I really wanted to run Saturday, so this would be a perfect shake out run.
We got up at 8am Saturday morning, got dressed and started running down the strip towards the race start. I had thought my GPS said 3 miles there, but it ended up being just over 4 at an 8:40 avg pace. It was fun to run down the strip in the early Vegas hours, and there were actually quite a few runners out!
It was pretty cold and windy out and I was just a little cranky at that point since I hadn’t had my coffee yet. Page even asked me what was wrong and my response was “it’s morning.” I hadn’t had a chance to wake up yet.
Once we arrived and saw all the Santa suits I definitely woke up! We maneuvered through thousands of Santas to get to check in to get our suit and bib. We put on the ridiculous outfits and I was just happy to be warm!
We went and signed the book for the Guinness Book of World Records because that was the goal of this race: set a new record for number of running Santas! I don’t know if the record was actually broken but let’s hope so.
We wandered around for a little while, continuing to weave through the thousands of Santas trying to find the start line. We eventually found something that resembled a start line and pretty soon people were moving.
Then we were off!
How was running in a Santa suit?
Well the beard was the most annoying part. The hairs kept getting in my mouth which were super annoying. Other than that my pants were falling down so I was constantly pulling them up, but overall it was just plain hilarious.
This wasn’t the normal eyes bleeding, puke threshold feeling 5k… it was most definitely the opposite. We were totally just cruising along very slowly, Page stopped to tie her shoe, I stopped to pin my jacket, and we were generally just laughing about the ridiculousness of the situation. There were people and dogs everywhere and we just continued to run along, not pushing the 5k threshold.
Pretty soon we saw the finish line and picked up the jog to get through in record Santa time. I think we broke 30 minutes? A new costume wearing PR.
At this point we had no idea how we were getting back to the hotel, but I really
needed wanted some coffee. We found the Whole Food and loaded up with coffee, oatmeal and muffins. With our hands full of food, we found a cab but realized we didn’t have enough cash so we got kicked out and had to figure out a new way back.
Enter Las Vegas public transportation.
We figured out the bus system, hopped on a bus where I was happily warm eating my oatmeal.
We made it back to the strip where we walked back to our hotel definitely getting a lot of stares and questions, but there was no way I was taking off that warm Santa suit! There have definitely been stranger things walking around the Vegas strip at 11am.
It was definitely a fun morning and an experience I will forever remember. Plus the Santa suit came in very handy as warm throw away clothes for the half marathon the next day!