I live in one of those neighborhoods where people like to jog. You know, the kind who make an attempt to be physically fit. It's generally freshman girls who have made it their life's mission to avoid the freshman 15 (Oh, just give it time, you can't escape it). Personally, I think it's great. Every time I drive by on my way to Wendy's I commend their efforts with a congratulatory whistle. But there comes a time when your safety should take precedence over your waistline. Case in point, a near tragic event that happened to me just the other night.
I was driving down the road, hands at 10 and 2, singing along to Garth Brooks' "Friends in Low Places" when I suddenly see this chick running up the road right in front of me. I immediately swerved to the side, practically going into the left-hand lane and scaring the bejeezus out of her and me both.
Now, before you go tagging me as a terrible driver and a menace to joggers everywhere, let me defend myself. There were several things, and I mean BIG things, that she was doing wrong.
One: She was running at night.
When I run (which is on a daily/month-to-month basis, give-or-take), I go at night, but it's so people don't see me wheezing and passing out in their front yard. And people are less inept to mess with a dude. If you're a girl and you jog, don't go at night. Go in between classes or in the morning before work. If night is the only time you can run, go to the gym and hit up a treadmill. Bryan/College Station is one of the safest places I know of, but even the safest place can have its sketchy people.
Second: Chick was on the wrong side of the road.
This may not seem like a big deal, but it is. Bicycles go with traffic. Walkers and runners go against traffic. That's how it's always been, how it always will be. If you must, and I mean must, run on the road, go against traffic. But then again, why don't you just utilize one of the gazillion strategically placed sidewalks we have in this town. Don't do drugs, don't text and drive, and choose cement over pavement. That's my motto.
Three: Home girl was wearing all black.
I don't care how cute you think you're top and shorts look, if you wear all black at night people can't see you. It's a fact. Drivers aren't bats, they don't have sonar. Wear something people can see, like something shiny or sparkly (Guys like that. We're like fish; if it's shiny we're automatically drawn to it). Maybe even some of those cool reflectors. Run with a freakin' glow stick for all I care, just make sure drivers can see you. .
Like a wise man once said: "I don't always run, but when I do, I make sure drivers can see me....Stay visible my friends."
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