Lost Keys

Did you ever get that panicked feeling when you know that you have lost something?  How about you know where you left something & you desperately hope that it's still in the same place when you finally go to look for it again?  Well, that happened to me today.

This morning I planned my usual morning Spring Lake run.  I knew that I had consumed about 50,000 calories of BBQ fun yesterday (thanks Carolyn) so I had to put in some extra miles today.  I knew I'd be a little tired, yesterday Sue & I participated in the Tour de Cure Diabetes ride, which is an entirely different escapade that I will blog about later this week, but I digress.....my legs were tired & I knew that running the entire 6 miles would be tough this morning, especially when it's 80 degrees & super muggy!

My normal route takes me South through Spring Lake down to Pier Beach.  When I'm feeling super strong I also run the stairs & do some pushups along the way.  Feeling pretty good at the end of my run to Pier Beach I stopped for a drink & made my way back towards the South pavilion, after a quick up & down the stairs I take off again for the 2nd half of my run, but wait!  Where.  Are.  My.  Car.  Keys!!!!!!!!

Holy crap!  I had stopped at the North pavilion bathroom to wash the sweat off my face.  I left them in the bathroom!  I do this all the time, but I always remember at the last minute to take them.  Not today.  A good 20 minutes later I'm standing in the South end of Spring Lake quietly cursing to myself wondering how long it's going to take me to get back to Red Bank without my car, which is parked almost 3 miles away in Belmar.  Not good.  I have never run back through Spring Lake faster than I did this morning, ok maybe another time when I was surprised by a late afternoon lightning storm, but that wasn't the entire length of the boardwalk!

When I get to the bathroom, I see no sign of my keys.  The beach badge checkers all tell me that there's a lost & found in the beach office - so that's my next stop.  Thankfully, some kind beach goer turned my keys in!  Phew!  It would have been a really long walk back to Red Bank.  I'm going to have to keep some extra keys at my grandmother's house.  I seem to be doing this more often than not lately.  At least a block walk to her house is better than 15 miles back to Red Bank.  What a day!

Happy Father's Day!