Lost With A View

So today's run didn't go as planned. It was supposed to be 13 miles. I had to skip yesterday's 6, because we all seem to have chest colds. My son was up a lot last night, and I was operating on limited sleep. I didn't feel my best, but I didn't feel my worst. However, around 3ish or so miles, I wasn't so sure how this run was going to work out.

Then I got lost....

I was running a route that I ran with a running friend last weekend. However, I am really directionally challenged - and no maps don't help. In fact, maps just confuse me more.

Anyway, I took the wrong way, but wound up with a great view.

Instead of trying to get back 'on the correct route', I decided to go a little farther and then back track and go back the way that I had just come. I made it back to the main road, and decided to run to Wildwood since I was short on mileage. 

Between the sun and just not feeling well, my stomach issues kicked in. Thankfully I made it to the bathrooms, but after an extended time there, the thoughts of trying to make it 3 miles back to the car (and still being 2 miles short of 13), I called Hubby. 

In my running career, this is the 2nd time I've ever called him to come pick me up. I knew that I wasn't 'that' far from home (15ish minutes) so it wouldn't be too inconvenient to come get me. To my surprise, he had actually run an errand with Lil Man, and they were less than a few miles from me! Once I found out their location, there was no doubt about cutting the run short. I asked him to swing by and pick me up. Less than 5 minutes later, I was being transported back to my car. 

When I called him, I had lost my voice (which I hadn't realized since I was running solo with no one to talk to). I hate to cut training runs short, and with the race about 3 weeks away, I really hated to cut this one short. But I honestly didn't feel like completing the run. 

Let's hope this was the best decision, and that I can hit next week's runs. I'm starting to get a little antsy about my goals for the upcoming Half.