On Sunday I ran the Five Bridges Half Marathon in Wellington. I was down for a 10 miler so everything over that distance was money in the bank.
Things went really well until about 1k from the end. I came off the embankment and there was nothing to show me which way to go. I chose right, which was wrong! I was directed over a rail bridge and along a path by helpful citizens.
Once over the rail bridge I met a friend doing the marathon who told me to turn around and follow her. But I couldn't cope with retracing my steps from the previous few k so I chose to return over the rail bridge and get back on track.
Once again I turned right and went under the rail bridge and then turned left onto the road. No markings so I tried to find my way. I have no sense of direction, my data allowance on my phone chose then to run out and I couldn't find out where I was.
I managed to go in completely the wrong direction. I ended up in the next suburb over to where I wanted to be. I bought an emergency data topup And was able to reorientate myself.
I'd texted a friend and when she replied I was well on my way back but still with no idea where I was going. I was rescued not far from the finish line and finished holding up the race number I'd torn off in frustration when I was lost.
So I got a lot more money in the bank than planned but was happy that I maintained a good pace. I'd been without a guide so had kept my heart rate really low so it was very manageable.
Now I have two halfs Left to actually do properly. Surely lightning won't strike three or even four times!