I ran my first marathon in Afghanistan but that wasn’t where I felt the most scared while running, it was in Canada. No one should have to feel scared when they run so we’re launching a race to celebrate everyone’s right to be free to run and we need your help to make it happen.
The day I felt scared running was one of those days when everything takes longer than you expect and my run got pushed back later and later in the day until I was finally lacing up my shoes long after the sun had already set. I sent a quick text letting my husband know where I was running and set off into the dark. Any time I run at night I have my senses on full alert and this was no different, searching around every corner for possible cars that might fail to see me, looking for wildlife but mostly being very much aware of what I can’t see and what might wait for me in the shadows. I rounded a corner and there was a large group of men laughing loudly, clearly drunk. One smashed a bottle on the ground, another cat called me and a third yelled out an inappropriate comment. I picked up my pace, my heart pounding. I pulled out my phone called a friend and asked her to stay on the line until I knew I was out of range of the men. I was scared. Continue reading