Lost key

Most adventures these days start or involve running. Tonight's was no different.

I started off pretty promising - every recovery run starts and ends that way because the effort is minimal and all I need to do is .. well .. just run. I planned to run short as well and today's venue was bedok reservoir. A 4.3k jaunt, on gravel for a change. Parked the car, stuffed the spare key in the inside pocket and off I went. The pocket felt loose, no doubt because the shorts are old and weathered but I didn't care.

Some ways into the run, I felt for the key. It was almost instinctive, like a reflex, because I just want to be sure. Nisa will readily testify that I am anxious about these things; this is because I want to protect against carelessness, and things that are avoidable with a little extra diligence. The key was not there.

My thoughts immediately swung wildly; from where could the key have gone to, where along the trail it dropped, was it in the rough that I had to walk through, did I leave it on the door, to what if someone had found my key and drove my car away and used my house keys within to break into my house. I stopped running but my heart rate definitely increased notwithstanding. It was dark along the trail when I walked back to see if I could find it. I walked and went all the way back to the car and yet I could not find the key. The only bright spark was the car was still there.

A fellow runner let me used his phone and I called my parent's to ask them to come by. The runner even offerred to send me to my parent's but I declined, a small part due to shyness but a larger measure due to the fact that I was fretting inside and wanted some time to myself to collect my thoughts and plan next steps. And just after I made the call, I found my key in the silly-est place.

Total running distance - 1k (this was the point where I realised I had lost the key). But it must have felt like 10k going at my heart rate.