As mentioned previously, I'm not a big fan of Vegas. The noise. The crowds. The humanity. The dirt. The germs. The smoke. The bustle. The fakeness. The abundance of plastic surgery. The women pictured in the cards they hand out on the street. The over-the-top-ness. The $18 sandwich.
Mostly, the noise.
It all gets to me.
But the one thing I like about Vegas? You walk.
You walk everywhere. You walk a long ways and you don't notice it because there's usually so much to distract you. And you know what extra walking means?
Yup. A scoop of dark chocolate gelato and one of pistachio I ran every morning. I walked every night. And that means guilt-free enjoyment of a sugar cone of deliciousness.
Yum!
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