I run alone more than I run with people. In fact, even when I run with other people, I often run alone.
I like the peace and quiet. I settle into the groove, put one earbud in, turn my music to just the right volume, and run.
When I run, I am aware of my surroundings. I keep one ear and both eyes open for cars. I scan the road ahead for debris, cracks or dog poop. I stop at stop lights and I look both ways before I cross the street.
I am a respectful runner.
I move out of the way for cars and bikes and, while I do run on the road, I stay to the far left and always yield.
Last night, during my very respectful 10k run, two assholes drove by, screamed some obscenity that I could not make out and proceeded to hurl a full bottle of pop at my head.
Luckily, the thrower lacked aim in addition to lacking brains and he missed. But not by much. I heard and felt the projectile whiz by my head. He missed by inches...if that.
He could have caused some serious damage. A full bottle of pop hurled from a moving vehicle is indeed a projectile. I know how serious a head injury can be. I don't want to think of what could have happened if his aim had been true.
I prefer to think about what I would like to say to them given the opportunity.
They have made me afraid.
Well, maybe not afraid but they certainly caused a heightened awareness. I was running alone but I was running down a fairly busy street at 5:30pm. What the hell were they thinking??
They freaked me out but they also really really pissed me off. I did nothing to them. They know nothing about me. There is no excuse for what they tried to do. It may have been a prank or it may have been downright malicious. Either way, it's a crime and they could have seriously hurt me.
I don't need to know why they did it. I just don't want them to ever try that again - to anyone.