HAT Run-Boogie Man Be Gone
I remember running with Rog at Bond Lake. We had hit the hills for the gazillionth time, and I wanted a break. I could see the trails and suggested we move our torture session to some switchbacks. Our conversation went something like this: R: You’ll love it. But, I’ll only take you if you promise me you won’t run there by yourself. E: Rog, I know what I look like. I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine. R: It won’t matter. Just promise me E: Do YOU run there by yourself? R: Yes, but that’s different Such is the double standard for men and women runners. Men simply don’t have to think about some of the things that women do when they spend hours and hours alone, in remote areas. Although I’m sure personal safety crosses their mind, for me, as a woman, I can never let the threat of the Boogie Man wander far from the forefront of my thoughts. I never forget that the bars in Erie County close at 4 am. Drunks don’t care. I’ve had cars fol