How did I find myself in this depressing predicament, you ask? Well, I will surely tell you. Let’s go back, shall we?
I got to Lewis and Clark Outfitters last night for the navigation workshop at 7. I was happy to see that Greg was instructing it–I know him through Shaun and Daniel (my teammates) because we all did a night navigation training excercise with them last year.
It was rather crowded. I noticed a group of guys working together and saw that they were wearing MINIMALIST shoes–for real. One had on New Balance Minimus and one had on Merrell Barefoot. I opened my mouth to ask them if they were racing in minimal shoes while they simultaneously asked me if I wanted to join them to practice plotting points–I felt like it was meant to be.
I soon found out that they were Alabama frat boys. A little bit disappointing, but I still decided that I had to impress them. I swear… I am a 14 year old boy sometimes. The last two points that we plotted were actual checkpoints outside that we could go find in real life. They opted to do just that and invited me to join them. So I did. It didn’t end well, obviously. I was still wearing work clothes because I has actually called ahead and asked and they said there was no need to bring anything with me.
I had my headlamp in the car, so off I went into the woods with three random guys that I didn’t know. Brilliant. We found the first checkpoint pretty quickly. The second posed much more of a challenge. I was trying to be hardcore so I crawled right into the brush. One of the guys joined me and after about 15 miuntes we decided to find freedom, which involved climbing a very steep embankment and then scaling a fence…. A few seconds later I realised that my car keys were no longer on my person! In an anxious fit, I attempted to re-scale the fence which resulted in a GIANT hole being ripped in my jeans butt and my compass (which was in my back pocket) being cracked in half. FAIL.
One of the guys was nice and came to help me find my keys. He actually ended up ripping his butt/pants as well. We traced all of our steps and he found the keys as we were going out near the same point where I had come in. I was so happy, but sad that I ripped my jeans. And that I had ripped the bow off of the adorable flats I was wearing (im planning to go search for that in proper attire eventually).
I ran back to Lewis and Clark. The woman at the desk was sympathetic and told me that they would probably let me exchange the compass. But they actually made me pay for another one. For some reason, I paid for it… I wish I would have tried harder to work something out. I never thanked that dude for finding my keys…
Stay tuned for more adventures in the woods with boys. Brought to you by: some clumsy girl who likes to throw money away.
I still have a thorn in my palm 😦