Let’s hear about that run in which nothing, and I mean nothing went right.
Here’s my most recent terrible run, occurring today. I go out on the two-mile loop around a lake at a park near my house. Nothing bad about that; I’ve done it several times over the past few weeks with no issues. Trust me, there were issues today.
After not being able to find my way to finish the trail (there are multiple branches and I somehow kept getting stuck on a small circuit and unable to make it through to continue around the lake), I realize my car key has fallen out of my pocket. At this point, I was already headed back the way I came since I can’t make it around, even though I have several times before. This is a first for me, and I know this isn’t good. I start backtracking along the trail, walking and looking for my key. After walking probably about a mile, I am back at my car with no key. I head back out, trying to make it back as far as I went before turning around (I had already turned around and come back a quarter-mile or so when I realized my key was gone). I ask a fellow runner if he has seen my key. He says no, but he will keep a lookout as he does another loop. Back the other way, and still no luck as I make it about as far as I originally run when I see this other runner coming toward he. He spots the key, picks it up, hands it to me and keeps going. Barely time for me to say thanks. First problem solved.
I still want to make it all the way around the darn lake. I’ve done it before, but I can’t figure out where I am going wrong. I take one path, not cleared like the rest of the trail, and approach a neighborhood backyard. I soon wound up in a cul-de-sac. I kept getting stuck on my small circuit so I again turned around and headed back the way I came. At least I made it back to my car with my key in one piece and didn’t get eaten alive by a snake.
Now it’s time to hear your horror stories.