Here I go again
Lovely sunshine again today.
*basks*
It was pretty warm when I went for a run this morning (4 miles - w00t!) and if P had been around to take the kids to school, I think I would have preferred going a couple of hours earlier. Still, I felt good and there was no misbehaviour from the hamstring.
The only thing that marred my run was the behaviour of 2 different men. Firstly, the asshole who blasted his horn at me as he drove up behind me. Why would anyone do that, unless it was an act of bullying? I've been catcalled before when running and usually just keep on going, reminding myself that the idiots doing it would barely keep up with me for a single mile. But I really do hate men in vans (and they are always in vans) making me jump out of my skin and then feel exposed and uncomfortable. Morons.
The other stupid man was the one who pulled up beside me and shouted to me through his open window. And kept on shouting to me to come over when I kept on going. Why don't they get it? It was a deserted stretch of country lane with no houses and no other people nearby. Why the hell does he think I am going to approach his car? If you need directions, ask at a pub, or a shop, or a petrol station, or if you have to flag someone down, don't pick the woman running on her own in an unpopulated area. I'm sure he probably wasn't a psycho - but I have to act as though he is. And I hate that feeling of vulnerability, followed by extreme irritation that he just didn't get it.
So there's another thing I have to teach my son as he grows older - yes, you know you are not an attacker, but the woman on her own doesn't. So cross over and walk on the other side of the street if it's dark because you are going to freak her out if it looks like you are following her.
*basks*
It was pretty warm when I went for a run this morning (4 miles - w00t!) and if P had been around to take the kids to school, I think I would have preferred going a couple of hours earlier. Still, I felt good and there was no misbehaviour from the hamstring.
The only thing that marred my run was the behaviour of 2 different men. Firstly, the asshole who blasted his horn at me as he drove up behind me. Why would anyone do that, unless it was an act of bullying? I've been catcalled before when running and usually just keep on going, reminding myself that the idiots doing it would barely keep up with me for a single mile. But I really do hate men in vans (and they are always in vans) making me jump out of my skin and then feel exposed and uncomfortable. Morons.
The other stupid man was the one who pulled up beside me and shouted to me through his open window. And kept on shouting to me to come over when I kept on going. Why don't they get it? It was a deserted stretch of country lane with no houses and no other people nearby. Why the hell does he think I am going to approach his car? If you need directions, ask at a pub, or a shop, or a petrol station, or if you have to flag someone down, don't pick the woman running on her own in an unpopulated area. I'm sure he probably wasn't a psycho - but I have to act as though he is. And I hate that feeling of vulnerability, followed by extreme irritation that he just didn't get it.
So there's another thing I have to teach my son as he grows older - yes, you know you are not an attacker, but the woman on her own doesn't. So cross over and walk on the other side of the street if it's dark because you are going to freak her out if it looks like you are following her.