This morning I headed to the arboretum for a 10K. As usual for this distance I wore a belt containing my phone, membership card, a big hankie and my car fob. I only ever run with one key, either the house key if my husband is not at home and I’m running from my front door, or the car key.
Anyway, I had a grand time listening to my playlist and playing amongst the trees. The bluebells are out and it is glorious.
After the run I was walking back to my car, opened my belt and…. shock… 😱 no key!!! What the…? I did that stupid thing where I knew logically that the key wasn’t there but I still did a great job of looking for it in the tiny belt pouch just in case it had shrunk and hidden itself in a corner 🙄😂 “it’s got to be here somewhere.”
Ok, think IP. I always keep the zip closed so at least I wouldn’t have to retrace my steps for 6 miles! I opened the belt twice, once to get the handkie out and once to take a photo. It had to be in one of those two places.
I asked at the welcome desk if anyone had handed in a car key and nope, no one had. What to do next? I would have to go back to the two points where I opened the belt but they were in opposite directions and about three miles apart. I was hungry and thirsty and didn’t fancy doing that and I was also a bit worried that if an unscrupulous person found the key all they had to do was press the button and they’d find my car in the car park!
So, I phoned my husband and gave him the good news (he was in the middle of a cycling session 😬) and asked him to drive to me and bring the spare key. I stayed with the car.
After something to eat, a shower and quick change, and driving our other car, I went back to the arboretum to look for the key. The first point was closer to the entrance so I headed there first. It was a bit off the beaten track so very unlikely to be found by someone else but luckily I saw it after a little search around! Phew. Thank goodness for that. The undergrowth was soft so I obviously didn’t hear it fall when I pulled out my handkie.
Normally I check the contents of my belt regularly on a run just to make sure that I still have everything. But, I was so engrossed on this one and happy listening to my music that I didn’t do that on this occasion. I won’t be doing that again.
In the meantime, my husband (ever the planner) had phoned to find out how we order another spare key just in case I didn’t find it and was told it would cost about £300! So, a very good job I found it!
So, a bit of a wee panic but it all turned out in the end. I did smile though at the comment from one of the chaps on the welcome desk when I returned to look for the key, “you look a bit different to how you normally look.” 😂 Cheeky. But a fact 😂