Met a friend at the coffee shop yesterday. Chatting about running she asked if I was worried running on my own so early in the morning and that in the last week 2 joggers (one a 14 year old girl) were molested in separate incidents. It was in the city 80 km away, not here. I told her I wasn't worried as my white hair would probably be a deterrent.
However this morning while heading down the park with my iPod on, empty street, no cars, people still sleeping, plenty of trees, water, fresh air, the world felt all mine. I was actually running on the road, less than 1metre away alongside the footpath, when suddenly two loud noises : whack whack, and a dark shadow on my right,... a runner passed me. Now, all I heard was two"whacks" and saw a shadow. Terrifying. So close to me that I am sure the hairs on my arms must have whoosh. What a fright. In a split of a second I imagine myself being grabbed by the throat..... I mean, the guy had all the space on the left... Why on earth did he pass me in the narrow space between me and the footpath. Never mind he was a runner so it is ok. He looked professional. The back of his legs were strapped vertically with fluoro green tape. He was quick. I did not stop to recover but my heart was beating. He appeared to be running the same route as me.
As I circled the carpark of the boat ramp I had expected to see him flying on the other side of the lagoon but no one was there. It had been about 10 minutes since he passed me. Suddenly whoosh, there he was, passing me again. Where did he come from? Ahhhh, got it, (chuckles......), toilet block by the boat ramp. Didn't we talk about "pit stops" on this forum a few days ago? I wonder if all the runners in my part of the world know which toilet block is open and which is closed...