night running

Posted by susan on July 12th, 2010. Filed under: everyday adventures.

When I lived in the suburbs, deep within the safety and security of the family friendly, Metrowest area of Massachusetts, I rarely ran at night.

You see, when I ran in the suburbs, there was a quietness that was peaceful, but over time turned worrisome. When  in the dark, I’d start to hear my own footsteps, every single one, one at a time, even over the music in my iPod. I’d  hear everything actually, even though everything was just a symphony of crickets or a bubbling brook.

And I didn’t see much. Sometimes I’d see shadows, and more often than not they were from a tree branch swaying in the breeze or a rare car driving by no faster than 35 MPH.

It was scary out there.

I live in the city now and I find myself opting to run at night more and more. One would think that in the city, running at night is more dangerous, but I don’t think it is.

When I run at night, it isn’t dark out. Street lights pour over my path, and that path is almost always filled with pedestrians walking from the train or bus, no matter what time of night I am running. The sound of cars zooming by and the chatter from within the restaurants I pass sit behind the music on my iPod. When I run at night in the city, I’m not alone.

And it’s not scary at all.

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