So, yesterday I lost my house key while out running. That's been weighing on my mind, since a number of people see me running and know where I live. Anyway, I have spares, but it was still upsetting. I reckoned that I'd not fastened the key pocket properly and it worked it's way up and out.
This morning I set out again - same shorts, different key. I was moving along in the early-morning darkness when I felt something hit the back of my right leg, and then my left. I was listening to a quiet part from the Nutcracker, so I heard the ping and managed to catch a glint off a nearby houselight as my key skittered off into a neighbor's yard. Oh dear. Well, then.
I stopped, pulled my iphone off my arm and used the light to track down the newly-lost key. Then I remembered when the same thing happened during yesterday's run - I was just too far gone to figure out what it was at the time - so I proceeded out to that part of the neighborhood and after a few more minutes tracked down the key I lost yesterday; again in the 5 a.m. darkness. After that I was much, much happier.