So I’m back… to complain again. About drivers. Ohhh that’s right, again. I’ll be honest, I’ve got a little bit of hypocritical road rage; I really hate pedestrians (and slow drivers in the left lane) when I’m driving, and I really, truly hate cars when I’m running on the roads.
I spend roughly half my training time on roads. I run on the road for two reasons: either it’s too dark to hit the trails (because whenever I run through the woods at night I become 100% certain that the Jabberwock is chasing me) or because my run is too long for the trails near my house. So pretty much, whenever I’m running on the road, it’s dark, especially this time of year. So I’ve made a lot of observations and built up a lot of anger. And running’s supposed to be therapeutic. Huh.
I’ve previously complained about drivers who don’t give a girl some space, but today I’d like to address a more universal problem: high-beams.
“Oh, high beams? That’s silly, I’m a very considerate driver, I always turn off my high beams when I see approaching cars.” This is what you’re thinking to yourself, I know. And this is why I hate cars.
What you never do (this I know for a fact due to vast life experience and all-knowing tendencies) is turn down your headlights for pedestrians. I wish to do my fellow road runners a favour and make a public service announcement that will reach approximately 23 people:
Runners and other pedestrians are roughly at the same eye level as those drivers you oh-so-considerately turn down your lights for. This means that we are equally blinded by your lights. Only we have a lot more to lose in a head-on collision with you. Namely our lives.
I realize when you drive past me in the morning that you’re in a rush, on your way to work or to drop the kids off at school or whatever. I totally understand. But my compassion ends when I trip into a ditch because my retinas are being flooded with your stupid headlights and I can’t see where the road ends and soggy hatred begins. This luckily happened to me during the early weeks of fall so I didn’t end up man-slaughtering anyone. However, I don’t think I can legally be held accountable for my actions if my face ends up being what breaks the ditch ice on a winter run.
So please, respect the people you’re sharing the road with. Because one day you may drive past me with your high-beams on and I may just snap. Nothing makes a girl believe she can run faster than a car like blind rage.
So that’s my newest pessimistic observation. This is all starting to make me sound pretty down on running but I really do enjoy myself 99.99% of the time. But no one wants to hear me wax poetic on how nice the winter sun is when it breaks over the tree-tops or how clear the air is in the early morning or how I saw a squirrel give another squirrel a nut and it was really cute. Good news is boring news. So enjoy my venting! Hopefully you guys have a better go of it on the roads.