That's what it felt like last week one day. Let's just say, if you don't know where the path is going to take you, turn around halfway through your journey.
I was up visiting someone in San Marcos, and I decided to go for my run. I got my tennies on, and I headed for the road. On my right I went by a giant barn that was in a community park, and past it there was a nice paved trail. Great! I thought, and on I went. Well... that's where the problem started. I just ran and ran... and the way the trail wound around I thought it would be heading back to the road. Turns out I was WRONG. Eventually I turned to the right at the end of the trail, and I followed a car into one of those gated communities...sure that there must be a way out back towards where I came from. Well, I was wrong, and I proceeded to go to the end of all the roads only to find out that there were no other roads out.... and there were a LOT of hills. Finally I realized that I would just have to go back the way I came... yep more hills. Suddenly the sun began to set, and I was out in my tank top and capri running pants, and I was not a happy camper.
Back up the path I went... in the cold and the dark (and it's scary to be in a park in the dark all alone).
Ultimately my 25 minute jog turned into more than an hour of wandering before I got back to the warmth... so let this be a lesson to everyone. Now I can see that our pedometers need one more function... a GPS! I guess I should have taken my garmin along for the ride.