July 28, 2008
I’m finally just about settled into my new place. When it finally got a bit cooler last week, I decided to take a run in the neighborhood on the trail by the creek. I knew this trail existed, but I didn’t exactly understand where it ran. I got on the trail and ran for about a half-mile before stopping at a playground to stretch before running back the way I came. But instead of getting off the trail at the hospital and running home the way I came, I decided to follow the trail around the hospital. I assumed I would come out into my neighborhood on the trail and then run home in familiar territory.
Not the case. I ran past the hospital and under the highway and like that I was in very unfamiliar territory. I thought to myself “Well it’s gotta loop around somewhere” and kept running, not wanting to double back again.
Three (extra, unplanned) miles later, I staggered up the stairs and into the living room. ”That was a really long run,” Jessica commented from the couch.
“I got really lost.”
I found my way home, okay, but only after running through about three other neighborhoods along the creek.
Tonight I went running again and stuck to a much shorter flight plan.