Like a child

Last night’s Green Lake run:

Aaron biked alongside to protect me from creepers on the prowl. I felt really important, like Aaron was actually my bodyguard (cue “I Will Always Love You”). My knight in shining armor on shining carbon fiber.

I hate feeling like a child who needs a chaperone just to do normal things. And I REALLY hate some of the comments I read on various news articles about the recent attacks on women, such as, “What was she doing jogging at 6:30 a.m.??”

UM, EXERCISING. That is a thing that people do sometimes. It’s not an open invitation to be dragged into the trees and assaulted, no matter what time of day or night it is. The victim is not the person to blame!

Also, a fourth attack was reported, and the map from that news story nicely shows how these attacks have all happened really close to each other:

So scary. At least I’m on high alert. I just hate that I have to be. But the criteria for attempted abduction/sexual assault in this area seems to be simply “any female living her life as an individual in public,” so it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Anyway. My mom’s surgery went well today, and she is healthy and strong and resting and all that.

Thanks for all the good wishes for her, by the way. ❤