Hats Off to You

It was a bit cold and a little rainy, but I went for a run late this afternoon. I wore my best running hat, a bright yellow cap that says "Gotta Tri" on it. The hat was a bit wet and sweaty when I finished, so rather than just throwing it on the seat when I got back to my car, I put it on the roof so I could wrap it up in my towel when I was ready to leave. And yes, I drove off with it still on the roof. I didn't realize it until I got home. My poor little hat is out there somewhere, lost and alone. The more I think about it, the more I want my hat back. It is now about 9:45, and I am going back to look for my hat. He would do the same for me. I'll let you know how it goes.

10:25: Success! I drove out to Griffith Park, and there in the middle of the intersection was a bright yellow spot. A very flat, bright yellow spot.




It looks like my hat had been run over a few times. The brim is cracked and the plastic size adjuster broke off, but it may still be salvageable. Once it gets cleaned up and dried out I'll give it a try.