As I eluded to in an earlier post about one of my favorite running loops up Main Street and down North Spring/Broadway, I was interested in checking out Elysian Park as a potential running location.
Last Saturday, I had an adventurous run through a small portion of Elysian Park off of North Broadway. Two thumbs down for running in this portion of Elysian Park.
On my running adventures when I am staking out new areas, I am always on the look-out for other runners. Odds are if there are other runners where I am also running, it is a reliable and fairly safe area to run.
There were zero runners in this portion of Elysian Park. Clue Number one that it was not the best area for a run.
I started to become somewhat concerned when I noticed the lack of runners coupled with the sightings of only single men, some of whom were not dressed for a hike. Although my red flag was being run up the flagpole, I kept running because I wanted to get to the top of the hill to see if I could capture a beautiful view of the downtown skyline and check out of the rest of the park. My curiosity can often get the best of me.
As I approached the top of the hill I saw a few more men, but nothing creepy. Perhaps, I thought, I was overreacting to a strange pattern I had picked up on. So logically, with these concerns, I decided to maximum my run and go back down the hill on a different trail.
As I realized this trail took me deeper into the park, my red flag raised a bit higher. I passed by an extremely well dressed man, who did not appear to be on a hike. When my red flag hit the top of the pole, I decided I needed to change my direction and get on the trail below to get out of the park.
Where I decided to climb down the side of the hill, one of the single men (whom I presumed was not interested in my gender) was walking. As I climbed down the hill in my tight ass running pants, he stood staring at me with a causal air as he rested one hand on the hand rail. This clear objectification angered me. I contemplated yelling at him, but then I realized I was on a hill in a park with only men surrounding me and any battle could potentially not end in my favor. So the moment my foot hit the trail from the hill (which happened to be within two feet of the creeper), I sprinted like I never sprinted before.
As I was sprinting out of the park (which turned out to be a lot longer sprint than I anticipated), three men came out of a group of bushes. After that, I prayed that I would not witness any of the pantlessness that was occurring within the bushes out on the open trail.
Luckily, I did not receive the eyewitness verification that this portion of the park could be renamed "Pantless Park." However, I think I have all the circumstantial evidence I need.
Last Saturday, I had an adventurous run through a small portion of Elysian Park off of North Broadway. Two thumbs down for running in this portion of Elysian Park.On my running adventures when I am staking out new areas, I am always on the look-out for other runners. Odds are if there are other runners where I am also running, it is a reliable and fairly safe area to run.
There were zero runners in this portion of Elysian Park. Clue Number one that it was not the best area for a run.
I started to become somewhat concerned when I noticed the lack of runners coupled with the sightings of only single men, some of whom were not dressed for a hike. Although my red flag was being run up the flagpole, I kept running because I wanted to get to the top of the hill to see if I could capture a beautiful view of the downtown skyline and check out of the rest of the park. My curiosity can often get the best of me.
As I approached the top of the hill I saw a few more men, but nothing creepy. Perhaps, I thought, I was overreacting to a strange pattern I had picked up on. So logically, with these concerns, I decided to maximum my run and go back down the hill on a different trail.
As I realized this trail took me deeper into the park, my red flag raised a bit higher. I passed by an extremely well dressed man, who did not appear to be on a hike. When my red flag hit the top of the pole, I decided I needed to change my direction and get on the trail below to get out of the park.
Where I decided to climb down the side of the hill, one of the single men (whom I presumed was not interested in my gender) was walking. As I climbed down the hill in my tight ass running pants, he stood staring at me with a causal air as he rested one hand on the hand rail. This clear objectification angered me. I contemplated yelling at him, but then I realized I was on a hill in a park with only men surrounding me and any battle could potentially not end in my favor. So the moment my foot hit the trail from the hill (which happened to be within two feet of the creeper), I sprinted like I never sprinted before.
As I was sprinting out of the park (which turned out to be a lot longer sprint than I anticipated), three men came out of a group of bushes. After that, I prayed that I would not witness any of the pantlessness that was occurring within the bushes out on the open trail.
Luckily, I did not receive the eyewitness verification that this portion of the park could be renamed "Pantless Park." However, I think I have all the circumstantial evidence I need.
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