Here’s a little story for ya… Yesterday, I stayed home with Zevan in the morning, so I wasn’t able to go for a run until Vikki was here. And I procrastinated, and didn’t go for a run until 1:30 PM. I figured I would run for 1 1/2 hours and come back home. So, I finish my run (7.75 miles) and get to the car.

I check my pockets and… no key! Well, technically, it was the remote lock thingie. Okay, so it’s 3 PM and I’m freezing with no cell phone and no key. I nearly cry at the thought of it. I run for a mile back up the trail, asking everyone if they’ve seen my key. A cyclist tells me that he saw nothing on the trail, and he came on the trail at Fillmore. Crap. That’s 2 more miles up the trail. And if I find my key, I have to come all the way back. Did I mention that its freezing by now?!

I nearly cry again, and run a little farther. I see Penrose Hospital nearby. My mom is working! She can help me. So, I run to the hospital. There is a courtesy phone in the lobby, but I don’t know her work number or floor and the information desk clerk is SO unhelpful. So, I call Vikki and tell her I’m going to be late. Then I call my dad. My dad picks me up. And we decide to try to find the key. So, I ask him to drive me to Gossage Park, which is where I turned around. Less than 1/2 mile from my turnaround point, I find it. A little black rectangle in the middle of a black asphalt trail. Can you imagine? So, my dad drives me back to the Monument Valley parking lot to get my van so I can go home.

I really need to buy a zippered pouch to wear while running. So I can bring my keys AND my phone.

I actually had every intention of getting one today along with a new pair of running shoes. But I didn’t get my coupon in time to go before the boys got home. So… tomorrow!