So there was this one time when Sir Robin and I tried to be good ultimate players and go run a lot . We got lost the other day trying to find target so we could purchase the all-elusive under armor pants and instead stumbled upon what we thought was a lake/island. We thought to ourselves 'wow that lake is super neato. We should run around it !'
Today was the blessed day when this endeavor would take place. We start running with full enthusiasm and get quite a ways before coming to cement. The trainers would kill me if i ran on cement ... but we walked it mostly because silly Sir Robin wore cleats! After the bastard cement ends we continue to be our super hardcore running selves for a while. We finally see the point where the shore should bend back onto itself and lead us back to the parking lot. But no no! It doubles back on itself and leads several more miles to a bridgelike contraption. 'Wow, how cute! the city of san diego put up a mini bridge for toy cars to roll on!' That claim was followed by the more rational 'holy shit that bridge is so far away and our only way back.'
By this time its sunset already and that 'lake' is looking pretty good. By 'looking pretty good' i mean 'fuck the cleats we'd rather swim across that shit than run all the way back.'
Fortunately we run into this man who tells us that our eyes are too big for our bodies because that swim is more than a quarter mile and, being inexperienced swimmers, we might as well just kill ourselves on the spot. Okay so I added in the killing ourselves part, so what. he tells us about this shortcut that will take 3/4 miles off of our trip back. He says ' about 300 yards towards the bridge take a left. It’s your first left'
We go down to what i estimate is 300 yards and see a mini dirt trail that we assume is this supposed path. We run up it to see where it leads. Mind u we started running at 430 and its now sunset. Pretty? Yes. We get up the hill and just see more shrubbery/grassy crap. 'this has got to be the shortcut' we think. So we're runnin on this hill until we hit a friggin fence and have to follow it even farther out of the way. so we end up finding the path we started on and walk back on it
By now its very very dark, the sun has completely gone down meaning we cant really see where we're going. That also means that i hurt my gosh darn ankle over and over and over again . We keep walking and it seems like it never ends. Then we get harassed by some crack addict just as we're coming back onto familiar ground and sing '1,2 step' the whole way back. We finally get to the car after the best run ever! Oh yea, and we found out that… it’s not a lake. It’s a peninsula. How about that? Why the heck is it call Fiesta ISLAND.
. We got lost the other day trying to find target so we could purchase the all-elusive under armor pants and instead stumbled upon what we thought was a lake/island. We thought to ourselves 'wow that lake is super neato. We should run around it 
!' 
... but we walked it mostly because silly Sir Robin wore cleats! After the bastard cement ends we continue to be our super hardcore running selves for a while. We finally see the point where the shore should bend back onto itself and lead us back to the parking lot. But no no! It doubles back on itself and leads several more miles to a bridgelike contraption. 'Wow, how cute! the city of san diego put up a mini bridge for toy cars to roll on!' That claim was followed by the more rational 'holy shit that bridge is so far away and our only way back.' 
Yes. We get up the hill and just see more shrubbery/grassy crap. 'this has got to be the shortcut' we think. So we're runnin on this hill until we hit a friggin fence and have to follow it even farther out of the way. so we end up finding the path we started on and walk back on it 
. We keep walking and it seems like it never ends. Then we get harassed by some crack addict just as we're coming back onto familiar ground and sing '1,2 step' 
