It was supposed to be a great weekend watching football with my friend Chad and our wives. I thought I'd start the morning off with a run. But the fallen tree in the middle of the path was my first clue that there might be a problem. I was running in dense woods near a lake. I thought I had turned around and was headed back to my starting point during what was supposed to be an easy 30 minute run. But I remembered hurdling the same tree just a couple minutes earlier, and that meant somehow I had run in a loop and wound up in the same place, rather than on the path back to where I was staying.
There were several problems with this. First, I really had no idea where I was, other than somewhere near Atlanta. Second, I had no ID, or cash, or phone. Bad idea. And, to make things worse, I didn't even know the address or phone number of the friends I was staying with. Oh, and I was in the middle of the woods on what could loosely be called a trail that was covered by leaves and seemed to disappear frequently. In other words, I was lost, and had little chance of getting help until I could find my way out. So I told myself not to panic. It was a beautiful morning. I was enjoying an easy run in an incredibly picturesque area.
But I was still lost. I left the house where we were staying early, before my wife or friends got up, so I could get a run in without disrupting our plans for the rest of the day. But as I kept running, trying to find my way back, it was apparent I was disrupting things. I was pretty sure they would be wondering where I was. Unfortunately, I didn't know the answer to that question.
Nevertheless, I continued to run. And I have to admit, I enjoyed it. As I went on, I felt like I was headed in the right direction. The 'path' seemed familiar. In the back of my mind, however, I was pretty sure that I was grasping at straws. My watch read that I'd been gone for nearly an hour when I started to have thoughts creep into my head that I might really end up spending a lot of time in the woods. That I might end up missing the Bears game that evening against Atlanta that had drawn us there in the first place.
As luck would have it, a cyclist riding by answered my call for help. He had a map. But it didn't show any of the homes, so I couldn't find my way back to where I'd come from. He said if I kept on the trail for another couple of miles, I would find a parking lot, and civilization. Hmmm. This was not especially encouraging. Again, even if I found civilization, it was still going to be a challenge to find my way back to my wife and friends.
I kept running for maybe another mile, and said a silent prayer. Moments later, really, I happened accross a couple more bikers who gave me better directions to that parking lot, with the promise that there would be plenty of other people there, and I could probably borrow a phone to call for help. I had been gone about an hour and a half at this point, but I finally felt a glimmer of hope that I wouldn't have to spend the night in in the woods with fallen leaves for a blanket.
I kept running for another mile or so, and found the parking lot! Civilization! My prayer was answered as I found a couple of friendly cyclists who lent me a phone and offered a ride. I accepted the phone and called my wife. I declined the ride, because I didn't know where to ask him to take me. But my friends came to the rescue and picked me up. It turns out they realized I was probably lost and were out looking for me. I doubt they would have found me had I not been able to call, but a potential disaster turned into a joke for the rest of the day, and we were able to continue with our plans, despite a short delay!
When we got back, I learned the name of the area was called 'Blankets Creek mountain bike trails' surrounding Lake Allatoona. It's really a nice area, if you know where you are going! Lesson learned. Never leave the house in a strange place without at least some sort of contingency plan on how to get back!
Before any of this started, however, it was already a full weekend of running. I got in a beautiful 10 miler along the Prairie path in the morning. Then, right before we left for Atlanta, I helped emcee the kids races at the Pumpkins in the Park 5k in Lincoln Park. What a blast! The kids dressed up and raced distances from 20 yards to a half mile depending on age. They started at one year old!
The adults then ran the 5k, and there were plenty of great costumes in that race also. My friend, and fellow runner, Amy Freeze from Fox helped emcee the adult race while I headed to the airport. Before we left though, I got some great pictures of the leaders in the Pumpkins race, and also some of the costumes at the starting line. This is part of what makes our sport so much fun. You can enter a race to really race, or you can find plenty of company if you goal is to get some exercise and have a great time.

This is the time of year, after the marathon, when you have some of the
great themed races. The Pumpkins run is one of several good Halloween
races. Then there are the Turkey Trots coming up, and the Christmas
runs, like the Rudolph Ramble, and of course, the New Years runs.
And while it wasn't a seasonal theme, there was another great race on Saturday morning. I was signed up for the Urbanathlon, a ten plus mile run along the lakefront that includes numerous obstacles and challenges. Unfortunately, given our busy day with travel and kids, I had to back out at the last minute. But it really looked like a great race. I was especially excited for one of the obstacles, to run the steps of Soldier Field. Congratulations to all the finishers in that race. Hope I get to join you next year.
Meantime, I'm happy to be back home on familiar running terrain! See you on the roads....