It’s always an adventure…
I’m visiting family this weekend in Pittsburgh and I never pass up an opportunity to coax others into sharing in my training runs. This week’s victim was my sister and running extraordinare Kelly. She is currently training for the Boston Marathon so I thought it would be appropriate to wrangle her for my long run today.
Kelly had already pre-planned a 13-mile run around her neighborhood and so I told her that I could join for 10 of those miles. For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you know that I can be a bit directionally challenged, which always makes for an adventure when I go out and hit the road. Kelly knows this and thus we drove through the course prior to running it.
However at the 6.5 mile turnaround point as the course was laden with hills (as it is Pittsburgh), I told Kelly to run ahead of me. She said, “Are you sure you know where you are going?”
My famous last words, “Yes, I think I can figure it out.”
Well, to my credit, I did pretty well for the first 5 or 6 turns. However, I got a little turned around and accidentally turned the wrong way on one of the streets. After running up a very large hill, I realized that things just didn’t look right so I turned around. I got back on the right track and as I was going up the other side of the street (also a large hill), I realized that my directions skipped a turn that I needed to take. I knew eventually if I kept on running, I would get back to an area I knew so I bit the bullet and ran the way I knew how. I finished and got back to my car leaving without an idea of whether I even completed the 10 miles I set out to do.
Well my friends, I just got a chance to map where I went and I clocked in at 10.7 miles! Even though getting lost does present its frustrating moments, I am so happy that I did today. 🙂