I did take the day off work, but I decided not to drive an hour and a half to the State Park where I intended to run. Instead, I went to Camp Arrowhead which is only 15 minutes away. My running chiropractor kept talking up the place on my visits.
Everything started ok on the run. I went down a gravel road that turned into a nice trail at about .62 miles. That trail got skinnier, muddy, and rocky as I went. I came to a fork and went right. I went a while and came to another fork and went right again. I came out on a road by a church camp/retreat facility. I went back and tried the left fork and ended up at small cemetery at the top of a hill. So I went back to the first fork and tried the left side. That's when life got interesting. There were too many forks in the trail to keep track of. At some point I dead ended so I decided to head back, but when I passed a hunters' tree stand that I didn't pass on the way out I knew I did something wrong. I went on for a while and even stopped to see if I could tell where I was by looking at the maps on my phone. A street map app without my glasses proved worthless. So I tried to go back and figure out where I made a wrong turn.
All of that was only 5 miles in 1 hour and 11 minutes. I slipped in mud, slid on rocks, turned my ankle, and was dived bombed by big a$$ flies. I guess I just don't get the attraction some people have to running on trails.
I was very near the Kanawha Trace Trail which runs 30+ miles. Good thing I didn't hit that and make a wrong turn or I'd be lost forever.