I am visiting Sydney with hubby and DD, we've been here a week and leave on Sunday. I went out for my 3rd Aussie run this morning at 7.30 am. I was aiming for a 5 or 6k run, depending on how it was going. I had run here a few years ago and was keen to pick up on one of my old running routes.
It was 15 Celcius, dry and sunny, perfect running weather. I soon picked up my old 10k route, I didn't want to run that far so at about the 3k point I veered off so that I could take a different shorter route back to the hotel apartment. Not knowing the street I had chosen did not worry me. It was a wide pleasant suburban street with a mixture of older houses and cool looking modern homes. I knew where it was likely to come back out. I was enjoying the beautiful blue sky, the birds, looking at the gardens, trees and houses. I opted to take a few more random turns left and right, thinking that I was heading in he right general direction. I stopped a couple of times to take photos then happily continuing on my way blissfully unaware that I was actually lost.
At about the 6k point I had to admit I was starting to tire and needed to get back. No worries, I could see an intersection with a major road ahead. I felt quite confident that it would be the same road that the hotel was on and that I ought to be close to the hotel too. On reaching the intersection and reading the street names on the signs I realized I was off course by about 3k and not on the street I thought I would be on. It was at this point that it dawned on me - I had not been exploring, I had actually been getting lost.
No harm done, I had plenty of water and I walked most of the way back. Hubby and DD were relieved to see me on my return 😎🏃😎🏃
Easter Morning 3k with Hills
Lost in familiar places
Lost in the woods
12k in the rain - longest distance so far
