LoudmouthLee

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This is a great little hobby. I am definitely afraid of it interfering with my personal life. Case in point: Today, I needed to run a quick errand on a work break. I only have 40 minutes for my work break, and as a teacher, you cannot be late back.. not even a minute. As I was driving, I was stopped at a red light. My iPhone called out to me... "Lee... check. I'm sure there's a cache somewhere around here..." I told my phone that I had other things to do... but it just wouldn't listen. I made it back to work on time, thankfully. I just neglected to complete the errand I set out to do.

Hi Everyone, So, it starts. Another hobby for me. I go through hobbies like I go through underwear. It's sad, but I really can't stay with anything. I obsess over something for a while, and one of 3 things happen. a. I become really good at it and keep it. b. I become really good at it, but drop it anyway. c. I suck at it so hardcore, I abandon ship. So, with that in mind, I went for my first find yesterday after my friend and co-worker, farrug, did her best to sell me on geocaching. I decided to stop at a "beginner" hunt... y'know, to get my confidence up. The amount of muggles around were high, but the hunt was right by my house... I couldn't find it. It wasn't there. There was no way it was there at all. I spent 30 minutes looking for something anyone could find... and I didn't find it. I was upset. Could I be really this bad at something? I had nightmares of little children, barely able to read, finding that cache that I couldn't find for the life of me. I spoke to my co-worker again today and told her the story (ripe with the histrionics of this message as well.) She laughed hysterically. I decided it was time to blow a lunch hour and try a nearby hunt. I get to the location, and every muggle in a 5 block radius was there. Almost like a barricade. I waited them out, and made my first find. I ran back to my car like I just smuggled loot across the border. I opened up the cache and signed the log. I swear my hand was trembling. I looked inside and found a little plastic gold medal... it said "winner" on it. At that point, I knew it was fate. -LoudmouthLee