Debate! FAIL!

I am not the only candidate who failed this week.  Rick Perry, you feel me, right?

Remember all the reasons I wrote about to not workout while on vacation.  Well, all of those reasons excuses came into play while we were in Las Vegas. 

Because it is the city with no natural light, we just stayed up until 4 am every morning, playing a slot machine that featured digital dogs on a digital dog track (go Rocket Boots!) and drinking the $7 beer and a shot special.  Sort of like a bicep curl, right? 

I was tired.  I busy.  The Tiger didn't have a cell phone and I was worried about losing him forever.  I was worried that I would think the fitness center was "free" but in reality they would charge me lots and lots of money.  And, that made me feel awkward. 

The only activities that came remotely close to "exercise" were:

1. Walking from Excalibur to the Venetian (1.8 miles one-way) to eat fancy-pants french toast. 

2. Walking up and down the aisle of the King's Feast buffet; I forgot the mini-donuts!

3. Cheering at The Tournament of Kings: whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!  I would love to provide photo documentation for this exercise, but if you use a camera or cell phone during the Tournament of Kings, they will skewer you with a lance. 

So, I failed.  Big time. 

So, Mayor, I  say to you, "you are the victor. But we will meet again."