I will be the first to admit I don’t take runner safety seriously. I prefer to run alone. And I prefer to run in the middle of nowhere. Sure I think about safety sometimes. I have had a few scary moments. Or even series of moments. But even so, pepper spray doesn’t always make it out the door with me. And if I hurt myself, chances are I would wait a long while for help. I know. I know. Nowadays that’s probably risky. I guess I am just not ready to let the mean F-ers out there win and steal away my version of a piece of heaven here on earth. But this past week I almost let those mean F-ers out there win.
A woman was attacked on my creek trail. She is a friend of a friend. She is okay. A police report was filed. But now what. It didn’t feel safe to go alone. And remember? I heard about it from a friend. I didn’t read it in the local paper. Or see it on the news. Which means, there is someone who runs. Walks. Or bikes that trail who hasn’t heard about it at all. Which also means the F-er who has yet to be apprehended, might still be out there stalking his prey. Aka. Women runners and walkers. Aka. Me.
My coworker also lives in the area and when I told her about it she took charge of hanging signs on the East side. And I took charge of hanging signs on the West side. So far Buckaroo and I have made two trips on the West side and will make another trip later today. I just don’t think I can hang enough signs.
But even with all the yuckiness. I am not letting that F-er. Or any F-er for that matter spoil my little piece of heaven. Yes. I will carry pepper spray. Yes. I will be more mindful. Yes I will try and run during busier times on the trail. And yes I will be sure to let someone know exactly where I am going to run and when. Because nowadays this is what women need to do. Nowadays this is what I need to do. That’s reality. But I don’t have to like it one bit. Because it isn’t fair. And it makes me want to pack up everything and move to some remote island. But even there I am sure there is something I would need to look out for. Like Bushmen or something.
So I guess my point is. I will be mindful of persons or things that could hurt me. But I will not focus on them. Focusing on anything related to negativity takes something incredibly special and sacred away from me. But yes. I will be more mindful about being safe.
In other news, training for my half isn’t going that well. But I am making progress. And no. Not the kind of progress that feels like real progress. Just the one foot in front of the other kind of progress. I started the #100happydays photo challenge. I am working on my final project/papers for my classes. My chicken Britney crows, but everyone says she is a hen. I am obsessed with vanilla creamer in my coffee. And there are still review posts to be written. A bit about being busy. And they probably won’t be in that order.
Be honest. Are you a safe runner or walker?
What’s for dinner? We are having BBQ chicken, potato and green salad, homemade mac and cheese and garlic bread. And if I could drink a coffee with vanilla creamer with it I would.
Have you ever ran a race you didn’t train for? How did you do?
Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!