Well, I did something on Sunday that I haven't done in a very, very long time. I got lost on a run.

Haven't done it in a long time because I have been either A.) running with other people or B.) running established, usual routes or C.) driving a route before I attempt to run it.

Sunday was a nice, cool day for running...I thought I knew where I was going, but I get confused between Old French (or is it Old Waterford..or Old Wattsburg?) and Robison Road. Go ahead....laugh...yeah...I know...the LANDFILL and big green garbage trucks should be a big tip off that I'm on Robison.

Funny thing is..I was looking for Cherry St.

I eventually found Cherry and then vaguely remembered the name "Johnson" so I took that over to the road I was looking for that led back to the Pennbriar -- after a few more turns -- and from there, I could find the rest of my way home.

No, I don't know the names of any of those roads. See how I get lost? I'm just not good with names. And, in the morning when I usually run these roads, I'm just trying to keep up with the jackrabbits in front of me.

I had planned to run 8 miles...ended up doing 13 and some change.

I swear I should have a GPS embedded in my head.