We walked for a while and when I checked my Garmin we’d done 2.5 miles. Soon after that we headed back. We chatted and tried to figure out our city’s geography. We’d just about reached our main street when I realized that my Garmin was gone. Ugh. By this point we were kind of ready to be back and start our day…and I wanted to eat breakfast. But we trudged back and I went up and down the trail, further than we’d walked even in case someone had picked it up and set it down going the other direction. But no luck.
M and I had separated and I called him to tell him the sad news (and beg a ride) when a runner came up behind me. I asked her if she’d seen it and she said YES! So I picked up my pace and ran to where she saw it but it was gone.
This is pretty much where I thought the story would end.
But NO! Later that evening we got a knock on the door. A couple in workout gear asked if I was about 29 years old. I admitted to that and they pulled out my long lost (it had been ~7hours by then) Garmin! Yay! I hugged them and ushered them in and we lavished them with gifts and money. Not really, I was sort of dumbfounded and just kept thanking them and saying wow and smiling until they must have felt uncomfortable and walked away.
So not only have I gotten my Garmin back, I also got a little boost in faith in humanity. Most people are nice so I guess it makes putting up with the rest worth it and I am going to try to be a little nicer myself.
Plus, retracing my steps probably bumped me up to 8-10miles that day. 60 miles here I come (slowly, and probably with blisters)!
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