- I don't eat olives, sauerkraut, white chocolate, or sweet potatoes;
- I have my wisdom teeth in a plastic jar on a bookshelf in my living room (near my medals, actually);
- I spent one of the best summers of my life working as a cocktail waitress at a Hawaiian bar;
- I'm addicted to my iPhone - or to a smart phone, anyway (I'm considering abandoning crappy AT&T to get a Droid);
- I'm afraid of the dark.
What what, you say? You don't eat olives, Tracy?
Yeah, it's true: I'm scared of the dark. I'm okay in very well lit areas or when I'm with other people, but on my own - pretty much terrified. So I don't run in the dark. That works well all summer, when I can go running at 7pm and be fine. But yesterday, I put my running clothes on and went outside. Between taking out the garbage and a short phone call, it was dark before I could run. And it was only 5pm.
One of the greatest things about running in my neighborhood is that it's empty. Not congested.
One of the worst thing about running in my neighborhood is that it's empty. Desolate.
How worried should I be? Years of working as a rape crisis advocate and buying into the whole Katie Roiphe, blue-light argument have convinced me that I am at risk when I do something stupid like run in a lightly trafficked area by myself in the dark.
But what about when that means that I'm not going running?
How worried should I be? I'm not worried about cars. The path I run on is car-free. I'm worried about my safety. Running with my phone visible means that I'm a target; having my phone put away means I can't access it in a rush if something happens.