My celebration this week started with a mistake. I went out for a six mile run. The weather was warm and humid, but I had some water with me and planned to refill my bottle on my way back through the park. All was going well for the first 3 miles. The path I took led along a creek and through a small forest. Around mile two, the path ended, but I went another mile before I turned around. This is where it got interesting. First, I noticed that I had traveled that road years ago with a friend who no longer lives here. It was fun thinking about Cindy. Then I saw the fields of corn and marveled at how beautiful they looked with the sky and bluffs above them. In all of this though, I missed the entrance to the path.
Eventually I wondered why it was so far and realized that I had overshot and would be running more than six miles. I also understood that going back would not be a good plan because I was nearly out of water and there was no way to get any for quite some time if I turned around so I kept going to the next road. I knew there were houses coming up so at the very least perhaps someone would let me fill my bottle. There is a small rodeo facility on that road and fortunately there was a rodeo this weekend. Yay! I got to see a few horses, but more importantly, the woman working at the front gate got water from her vehicle and filled up my bottle. Thank goodness for kind strangers.
The re-route also sent me through a neighborhood with some memories. I passed the house of a woman who used to babysit one of my children. I also ran near a place where I used to have Zumba classes. My detour added more than a mile to my run, but there were some nice memories along the way.