Dr. Hottie & I wanted to run a loop connecting two ski resorts (Alta & Brighton) in neighboring canyons (Little & Big Cottonwood). It was supposed to be a quick 10ish miles. The first half of the loop was amazing. There was only one trail to choose from, we saw hikers & lots of lakes, and we even bagged a peak.
Yet another wrong turn led us up, up, up to where we could see the car- but it was SO far away! At that point I angrily stuffed the map away & started going with common sense. The car is down & to the right, so let's go down & to the right- duh! Eleven miles and almost five hours later, we were finally back at the car. The only motivation to do the loop again is to get the biggest PR ever.
The take-away of this long story is that I'm crap-tastic at dealing with the unexpected. My quads were screaming at me, Dr. Hottie kept having to slow down for me (which I can't stand), and we were lost. If I want the chance to finish a 100 mile foot race, I've got to learn how to stay calm in the face of challenges. Hell, it should probably be more of a life goal vs. an athletic one. Dr. H is great at this- I don't think you can be a surgeon without dealing with the unexpected. Long term goal- set. In the meantime though, I'll do things like blog instead of going to swim practice...because my quads are still mad at me.