A Second Sunset
The Speed Project was filled with ups and downs, and once we reached the summit of the canyon and began our long descent, down was a very good thing. Peter Bromka scored with a 3 mile run that dropped into the valley, and we were positive that our luck would hold out until Vegas. I watched the sun set for the second time since we’d started running. But this night wouldn’t be nearly as long as our first.
I was pacing Felix Puno at 7 p.m. when we first saw the Vegas lights. I felt a rush of emotion when I saw the city shimmering through a break in the mountains. Relief that we were almost done, that we’d be able to check into a hotel, take a shower and sleep in a real bed. But also melancholy, because once we reached Vegas the single goal that had driven us forward and bound us together would be accomplished. And then what? But first we had to finish.
With only a handful of short downhill segments remaining, every runner’s legs felt fresh, and they took great galloping strides towards the city. Once we were on Las Vegas Boulevard, the party really started. We ran the final mile all together. After over 340 of them, this last one was our celebration, and we had something you couldn’t win at any jackpot in Sin City. We sprinted down the street in the final meters. Even though there was no one to pass, it’s hard not to kick at the end of a race. We saw our finish line bright, brilliant and neon. It said to us, “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.”
Together we had accomplished something that would have been impossible alone. We’d left LA with six runners and five crew members and we had arrived in Vegas as one family.