So, a few nights ago on the way home from the gym, I was mugged. Totally stupid, totally my fault, totally avoidable. I'm physically fine and all the bastard got was my iphone.* Which he took, out of my hand, as I was talking on it, one block away from my building. Then he ran away. It occurred to me to give chase - I was wearing running shoes - but thank heavens good sense prevailed and I instead ran home and called the police.
But props to the NYPD for taking it very seriously. A van pulled up, sirens ablaze, about 2 minutes after we called. They yelled for me to get in, and we drove around the neighborhood for about 15 minutes looking. They had somewhere in the vicinity of 10 cop cars out looking for this guy. Sadly, The Case of the Dumb Girl with the Stolen iPhone remains an unsolved mystery.
Later that night, as I was making my to-do list for the next day, I got to item number 1: go for a run. That's when I realized that I haven't run without my phone in months. Basically, having my phone with on a run has begun to equal safety for me. I do live in a big city, but I run primarily along well-populated routes. Tomorrow I won't be meeting my running partner, so it would mean a route closer to home (in other words, not Central Park). It's an area that's not always visible to cars, but there's usually a fair bit of activity.
In my case, I got a new phone right away, plus my boyfriend put the kibosh on my running alone until I got one. So I forfeited the morning run. It happens.
What about you? Do you run with or without your phone?
*(If you know me personally, you know how much restraint it took just now to suggest that my iphone is only a replaceable object and not the important part of my life that it is.)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"