I was several miles into a long run. I'd just run over a large hill when I approached a three-way intersection where a cyclist was considering which way to go.
* I changed the names and numbers, but apart from that it's as close to word-for-word as I can remember.
"123? You mean Apple Ave?" Apple Ave is the same road - several miles away.
"Yes - right." he replied - kindly.
"Yes - you can go up there (Road A) to the top of the hill and take a right. This way takes you to Peach Road (Road C)." I was totally fixated on my own route.
"What about that way?" He asked again - patiently - pointing down Road B.
"Oh yes!" I finally said - remembering that I had run from Rt 123 along those roads on my last long run just a week earlier. Yes - you can take Pear Road or the next one."
"Thanks!" he said - but left me wondering why I couldn't just answer the question the first time.
The second one is simple. I'll need pictures again. It happened when I spotted this while running along a minor side-road in the countryside:
and, not completely unreasonably, thought they might be old railroad lines. Ah look - you can see where the tracks used to cross the road.
Except that I knew I was here:
Yeah - like I said, my brain is not fully functional once I get a few miles into a run.
lol- that's awesome....
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