Mr. Magoo Runs a Tempo Run

As I woke up for my run this morning, I made the executive decision to not throw in contact lenses. Actually, now that mornings are cooler, I haven't put them in for quite awhile. I digress.

I head out and, when I open my front door, all I see is fog. Diffused streetlights and fog. No big deal. I start my run and make another executive decision to make this a tempo run. Well, the combination of fog and glasses made things interesting.

Since my route was through my neighborhood, I knew I had to tread lightly. See, chuckholes and construction abound right now in my little corner of the universe. The construction areas have those blinky lights (technical term) and barricades, but they're also replacing all the speed bumps and they've yet to paint stripes on them. You really don't have an appreciation for stripes until you run at 5am.

So now it's foggy, my glasses are fogged over, and I'm trying to run at a "comfortably hard" pace. Things were going well until.......

I took a wrong turn. Don't know how I missed it, but I did. And it took me about 3 blocks to figure out where the hell I was. If it weren't for a mailbox that looked eerily similar to this:
Thank you MailBass. You were my North Star and I was a Wise Man. I liken myself to the Wise Man with myrrh. Which wise man are you? Discuss!