I was running along on my last mile today and I hear a truck coming up behind me...he passes slowly and goes ahead then pulls in a driveway, turns around and comes back towards me. He passes again and then goes ahead again, pulls into a driveway, and stops. He gets out and goes up to the house. He is obviously looking for a certain address, but he is making me nervous. He gets back in his little truck and pulls out of the driveway coming towards me again...this time slowing down. I knew he was going to stop to ask directions.
I am so very cautious when I run. I almost quit running a while back because I was very afraid of people and dogs, but instead, my husband bought me some pepper spray. I carry it ALWAYS! It makes me feel so much more secure. I do run in safe areas, but you just never know.
I never know the right way to respond to strange men in trucks like this(or anyone stopping like that). I want to think the best of people and be kind...even stop to help someone out....I really do. But, it is just not always safe. So, this time I just waved and yelled out *I'm sorry, I can't help you* and kept running...a little faster with my pepper spray ready. Well, I guess I made him mad because he sped off and very quickly pulled into another driveway, got out and slammed the door...very angrily. I picked up my pace and ran. I knew I was only about 3/4 mile from my house. I honestly felt bad that I didn't help him, but then I think about other women/girls who were being nice and got lured into danger. This is the one thing I hate about running...having to be afraid at times.
How do you all handle these kinds of things? Mike seemed to think what I did was best...he said the guy can figure it out without asking you. Still, I feel like I was rude.
I think this made my pace quicker, although I would rather it not have happened!
Distance--5.62
Time--52:54
Pace--9:24/mi