Lost

Some random nice older lady got lost in the park today... I couldn't help it... I was tired... and running the other direction... and before I realized... I was too far past to fix it... Stop jogging once you've started and it's almost impossible to start again... it's the stops that kill you... So when.. 'Are the tennis courts this way?'... finally registers... pointing the way I came from... my brain, stuck in my own little jogging world... thinks... technically... I past the courts... ergo... I came from the courts... they're behind me... in my running past... but unfortunately... intermittently... I ran through the maze of Stanley Park... And the courts are where I was running back to... So lady, if you hear this... the tennis courts are behind you... just follow me...