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So after a few days of crappy weather, I finally got the chance to run outside. I thought I'd take a nice stroll out and push myself to 3, maybe 4 miles.
I overshot my goal by a little bit.
I am pretty new to this area, so I don't quite know all the minor roads around here. I start running down one main road near my apartment, and then decide to take what I think it a scenic side road. It has a pretty challenging hill, but I muster through it and see a golf course, and a really nice neighborhood. I take another turn that runs me parallel to the course, and proceed to run that. I figure I am up to a mile and a half, maybe 2 miles by the time I reach the other side of the course.
I have taken 2 left turns, so my internal compass says "lets look for a left turn to connect us back to the main road". So I continue running down this road full of houses I won't be able to afford for some time.
And running.
And running.
I laugh after probably 5 miles and say "ok, definitely giving myself the day off from running tomorrow".
Now, i am an extreme optimist, so I always believe that the turn that I need in the road, so to speak, is right up ahead. So instead of going back, I push forward, because I know that turn in the road I need is right around the bend.
So I go around the bend.
And several more bends.
Finally, I come to a 4 way intersection with a left turn. I take that turn and run down a smaller road. Up ahead I see a busy road - "hooray!" I think. It's *the* road I am looking for!
I get up to the road, and look at the street sign. It says something like "Tree Rd". This is not the street I was looking for. But I take the left, and run up a long hill. At the top of the hill is a sign - "Welcome to Hopkinton".
"Wait," I think, "Hopkinton is like 2 towns over".
At this point, I am looking for any familiar sign. I see signs for Upton (wrong direction, but I know my rommmates are at their old apartment, so I consider it), and route 495, and finally I see a road that I recognize (although vaguely) - route 85.
I decide to take route 85 towards Southboro, as I know that that is at least in the right direction (really good internal compass). The road is a massive hill sloping downwards and then evening out. I see yet another sign for the Hopkinton state forest - I honestly think I ran all the way around the forest.
I continue down 85. It's getting dark and cold, and I don't have anything on me but my shorts, a microfiber shirt, and a set of keys. I run to a point in 85 next to a lake, and I see that the road curves all the way around the lake, with no sign of town or any other civilization (sans cars) in sight. I decide not to chance it, and turn around to head back to Hopkinton. at this point, I figure I'll hit up the police station and get a ride home, or at least some directions.
Now I need to go back *up* the massive hill. I push forward and as I am running up the hill, I see a couple of guys talking in front of their house. I walk up to them:
"Hey guys, do you know which way Westborough is?"
In return I get some looks of astonishment and some chuckles
They honestly can't believe I am from that far away. My new best friend Juan offers to give me a ride home. I graciously accept to the tune of "that would be the best thing ever". He drives me back down the hill, around the lake, and then I recognize where I am. It was probably another 3-4 miles from where I turned around.
I finally make my way into my apartment. It's been 2 hours. I estimate about 15 miles of running. It was both a blessing and a curse, as I now know that I have it in me to run a marathon. I figure I'll try the route in another 6 months or so if I am feeling especially daring.
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