Today's Run:
Distance: 5.0 miles
Time: 48:47
Pace: 9:44
Calories: 726
My body woke up at a usual time of 5AM. I had slept through my alarm clock, rolled out of bed and off I went. My intention was to only run for a quick 2.5 to 3 miles, just enough to warm up the body and get the blood flowing for the day. I got out there with my Nike Lunarglide and found myself on a new trail, a route I've never been on before. After a couple miles I realized I wasn't sure where I was. This is not my first time getting lost on a "quick" adventure.
I previously blogged about my grandfather and my holiday time in Cape Town, South Africa. I was 14 years old and less than a week before my emigration to America. My family decided to take one last trip in the cable car up to Table Mountain. It's called Table Mountain because it's supposedly flat like a table at the top.
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Cable Car |
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Table Mountain |
The top of Table Mountain provides a most spectacular view of the city, the harbor, the sport parks, and the endless view of the Atlantic Ocean. My over zealous and adventurous mind had a different idea. I told my parents I'm going to go to the other side of the mountain and come right back. Okay, that "come right back" part was a little too ambitious. Two hours later I returned. It was dark and the search party was prepping for their journey to find me. We had no cellphones, and my parents had no clue where I was.
When I started my adventure to the other side of the mountain there was a clear view of my destination, it was big and I could easily spot it. I ran there from the many trails the mountains offered, sometimes I made my own trails. I got there in 10-15 minutes. I thought this was wonderful. I was accompanied by other tourists from all over the world and flashing cameras snapped around me. The view was magnificent.
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On top of Table Mountain |
As I was running back, I didn't know which trail to take. I came across many forks in the road. I didn't think of noticing any landmarks. I couldn't see my destination or the other side of the mountain. You'd think I could because it was flat but in all reality, once you're up there, it's filled with huge boulders and many ups and downs. The sun was setting, I was thirsty, and I had been running for over an hour. I eventually stopped to catch my breath. I was scared and not sure what to do. I was at an edge of the mountain, I could look down and see the city like the image above. I thought to myself, "it just may be easier to run down the mountain and find my grandparents flat" but of course, I would have gotten even more lost in a city I didn't really know and with no food or water I was soon going to fatigue. I didn't have much of a choice but to keep running. I kept running and running. And when I was done running, I ran some more. I didn't know if I would ever see the finish line. I didn't know how much further I would have to run. I ran and ran and ran until I found where I was supposed to be. It was such a huge sigh of relief. I don't remember if I got into trouble or not. I was emotionally overwhelmed and fatigued. I'm sure my parents were upset with me, I would be too. I learned a valuable lesson that day, 14 years ago. I'd like to take my family back to that mountain when we have a little extra money and when we're a little older for the kids to enjoy.
Nevertheless, instead of running the 3 miles I wanted to run I found myself running a decent 5 miles. Surprisingly I wasn't late for work and surprisingly I really enjoyed running those 5 miles. I love running out where I live among the farmlands, surrounded by nature and the backdrop of the mountains.
Ever gotten lost on your run?