So, it gets more challenging the more urban the environment, but I almost never take keys with me when I do things like running. I leave them on or near the car. (For some newer cars, I realize that this is even more difficult.) Same deal when I run from my house, though living in a place where I can leave the house unlocked helps.
I especially don't take the keys when I'm flying. There's a great story about that, but I wasn't the one who made the mistake.
My dad rescued me. Barb picked up Lukas from school (I wasn’t going to be able to make it there in time) and once Melissa got home from work with her key my dad took me back to the car on his way back home.
It snowed enough last night that looking for the key today would be futile. After seven carless years in Norway I seem to have lost skills like “hide key in secure place”.
You'd think I would, but....
Loop the keyring around your sports bra strap and tuck it inside? Shouldn't budge from there!
I always take my key when I run in the Blue Hills. Since keys are so much bigger these days (old Volvo keys easily fit in the shorts pocket) I just take the FOB (is that the word for the remote?) and not the key. It fits in the shorts or tights pocket.
I'll bet we could find it if the snow melts a bit....schedule a group training run for a weekend morning.
That's really frustrating. Sorry to hear. I lost my car key somewhere not outside, I am guessing, during the World Cup week at Craftsbury. I think I was so sleep deprived that I just put it somewhere. Luckily, Ed had his car key, so I got home, but we've since been down to one key and it sometimes causes me anxiety.
We have two keys! but only one has the buttons on it, and the other one sets off the alarm if you do things in the wrong order.
Oof, our metal detector is on the wrong coast. ;-( But you can sometimes rent them.
(And the reason I know this has to do with a cold day, squirrely kids, and an outdoor game of flicking things around that led to Jon's ring flying off his finger at my cousin's in New Zealand. I found it some 18 hours later, buried deeply in the rosemary, just before we were going to try to rent a metal detector).