running scared

I’m a wintry sort of gal. Despite my sunny disposition, I would much rather curl up on the couch with a good book, a blanket, and a cat in my lap, while the rain patters on my window outside than to sweat it out in the sunshine. I know what you’re thinking. “And you’re going to Tahiti because….?” Don’t get me wrong, I love the summer. I love the beach, and camping, and playing beach volleyball and boogie boarding and pretending I can surf. I love it all, and I will love it even more in the lush and gorgeous tropical locale of exotic Tahiti. Tahiti will be an adventure and adventures go well with sunshine. If we’re just talking about the day-to-day little ol’ Becky however, the very essence of me,  well let’s just say there is a reason that London is my favorite city in the entire world. I’m a hopeless romantic at heart and romance has a way of being beautifully hopeless in the fog.

There is one major pitfall to the winter and that is night. The night descends so early and although I love the gloomy gray skies I do not love the night. I hate it. I am a morning and daytime person through and through and night makes me feel sad. Just sad. I can’t wait to get to bed and hurry along to the daytime again.

Night is also the enemy of an outdoor female runner. I hate to sound like such a victim but it’s true. For the past few weeks I’ve pretty much been running solo because Brad has been at rehearsal every night, and since I have such a hard time running on a treadmill or in the morning, I’ve been stuck with nighttime along the beach. (I just realized my mom is probably going to a have a minor coronary reading this post but oh well.) Most of the time I feel very safe. I run along the coast in Santa Monica and there are usually tons of people jogging with me. Besides a predator is less likely to attack a runner. I mean, obviously I’m running like the wind therefore I could probably kick your ass, and then run away from you really fast. Don’t mess with me.

Last Sunday was a bit of a different story. It was a dark and stormy night in Venice, CA. No, really, it was very dark and very stormy. I had promised myself I would run 6 miles to make my weekly goal but it was just so gosh-darned blustery out there. Plus I’d just treated myself to a 1,500 piece puzzle that I wanted to get started. *Nerd alert! Nerd alert!* A promise is a promise and so I put on my sneakers, snapped on the old iPod and headed out the door.

One foot on the running path and I felt like Tom Cruise in “Vanilla Sky”

Where'd everybody go?Angelenos get so freaked out by a little wind and rain. They all run back into their hovels and huts (or beach-side mansions) like cockroaches when you turn the light on. Come on people, I used to run in 10 degree weather with a foot of snow on the ground in Boston, you can’t handle a little mist with temperatures in the mid to low 60s? Apparently I’m the only runner who’s spent any amount of time on the east coast, because none of my fellow joggers, walkers, or even stray dogs were anywhere to be seen. It was like Armageddon had arrived and decided to start with Venice. I started my run anyway but quickly realized that may not have been the best idea. Needless to say, I only ran 3 miles and I spent 2 of them looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me. On the bright side, I ran faster than I ever have and averaged below 11 minutes!

Let this be a lesson to all my ladies out there. Don’t run by yourselves at night. I know I know, it sucks. I hate giving into that whole weaker sex mentality but the reality is, it’s just not safe. In this scenario, I’m positive that I was fine. It wasn’t super late and the path I run on is very well lit; but I won’t do it again. It’s just not worth the stress. Find yourselves a friend, husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, or dog to exercise with you if you have to go out at night. In my current situation I don’t have any of those things available to me until Brad closes at The Geffen. I wonder if I could get Sharky into running?

“you MUST be joking”

I try to keep things light and funny, but in all seriousness, don’t run alone ladies. If you get that “this isn’t safe” feeling in your gut, listen to it and turn around. I too feel the universe is cruel and unjust for not enforcing us with personal Tasers built in to our fingertips to be used at our own discretion, but life just isn’t fair. Until evolution catches up to that idea, run with people, run during the day, run at the gym.

Advertisements

One thought on “running scared

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s