Hike 1:45:00  9.7 mi (10:49 / mi)
OK. So I got to Atlanta (after a disconerting, last-second aborted landing, but I digress.) My luggage did not. Who knows where it went.
As my last shower was last Friday and I was wearing the same shorts/sweater combo I had most of the time in CO, and I had no other clothes, and I was at a work conference/training for five days, I thought the situation majorly naskied. Big time.
But, I had my trusty computer, and with Google's help, I located a target 2.5 miles one way. I suppose I could have run there, but then I would have been sweaty, and who wants to shop when sweaty? So, I walked, getting to destination in ~30 minutes. Looked around and found no Target - anywhere. Well, that sucked, but at least I could pick up some toothpaste.
But, luckily, I more or less remembered where another target was located, and as that one was 2.6 miles from point of origin, I thought the distance from my new point was arounf 2.5 miles (due to roughly triangular configuration) I decided to proceeed there.
Bad idea. My recollection wasn't entirely precise (I was rembering heuristically rather than purely spacially) and that proved to be a shortcoming. As 7:45 neared, I knew that my shopping pland would not be realized and furthermore, I was in a completely residential area with no Target in sight. So, I turned and it started to rain. Then rained really hard.
Luckily, I could stow my wallet and phone in my CVS bag. Everything else was soaked within 2 minutes. The other good thing was that my clothes got (slightly) rinsed. The bad thing is that wool sweaters don't respond to well to being inundated. Oh well.
Kept walking. 15 minutes later, reach an enclosed bus stop. Few minutes later, a domicile challenged individual joined me in my shelter. He looked better than felt, but I was hoping I still smelled better...
Say so long to my contubernal after rain slacked and eagerly proceeded to the happy Golden Arches for a 15 minute value meal stop.
Continued. Darkness falls, but I avoid stepping on the decomposing possum, being splashed by too many fetid puddles, and am not struck my any sideview mirrors while traversing miles of road devoid of sidewalk.
In the post-race analysis, I saw that Google had given me the location of a Target Convenience store, not the Tarzhay everyone loves. Although, I did make a turn about 300 feet from where the real Tarzhay was located (an intersection at which I saw one of their trucks, so I suspected something was up, but at the late hour, there was little to be done anyway.)