I’m a lifelong runner, roads and trails, sometimes short and sometimes long distances.
Today, running along a main road in town, a road with a clearly marked and wide shoulder...
It’s clear that oncoming cars and trucks are supposed to watch for pedestrians. They aren’t supposed to cross the line.
Yet, whenever I run on the roads, whether it’s this road or a quiet residential lane, my guard is constantly up. Will this oncoming car veer too close to me? Is the driver paying attention?
Drivers are asked only to not cross the lines painted on the road. And when there aren’t lines, the cars just need to not run me over as I’m taking my little bit of pavement out of their wide berth.
And yet it’s on me to ensure that drivers follow the rules. If they veer too close, I need to be sure I have time to jump out of the way.
I just want them to follow the basic rules. And if they don’t, it’s far worse for me, most likely, than it is for them.
And yet, we are told since childhood that if men do happen to violate these simple rules, it is somehow our fault.
So, finally getting to the analogy with running....:
I want to exist in the world without having to worry about being harassed in the workplace, or about being the target of sexual violence.
That’s sort of what it’s like to move through this world as a woman, always a little worried more generally about avoid being harassed or being assaulted, AND
being socialized to think that it’s YOUR job – not that of the drivers of the cars – to keep yourself safe.
*What I haven’t mentioned here: harassment and safety while running. That's a whole other rant. (I’m lucky that those things have only very rarely happened to me).