I have previously gone running and have never enjoyed the experience, but because I am an open minded individual I like to give running periodic opportunities to be a less shit and boring and painful as a form of exercise. Need I say that all my run has taught me is that running is a deeply devious and thoroughly awful activity which should be avoided at all costs.
So I set off from my home down towards a lovely pedestrian/cycle zone near my house. My intended route went something like this.
I expected it would take me about an hour.
3.5hrs later, I collapsed back onto my couch.
I would love to be able to chart on this map exactly where I went, but to be honest, I have no clue. I do, however remember various landmarks and streets that I passed. That map looks a little like this.
On another note, sure, I was a long way from my house. But not 15km. |
Anyone, as it turns out. Anyone at all.
Firstly, despite living on literally, the main road in Copenhagen, the Postie hadn't heard of my street. When I started listing landmarks, his eyes widened, jaw dropped and he said "THERE? But that's in Copenhagen! That's over 15km away".
I started looking for a car I could vandalise.
My hero gave me vague directions to travel in "that direction" for 2 intersections and then turn right. Which I followed.
But then I passed a bus stop and noticed that I had actually just travelled AN ENTIRE BUS ZONE further away from the city.
After asking a few Danes (who incidentally, really struggle with their left and rights), I managed to get back into civilisation.
I blame running.
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