To The Woman Whose Subaru I Landed On Last Night:
I know you were probably distracted or late to pick up your kids or thinking about something from work or home. After all, it was 5:30 and you were pulling out of work. I understand distracted and late. I understand thinking about something other than what you are currently doing. That’s why I run, actually. I run for time to think and process.
What you don’t know about me is that I’ve been running for over 15 years. In that time, I’ve certainly had close calls but I do my part to make sure I don’t land on the hood of the car. I run on the sidewalk. I wear bright colors in the summer and reflective gear at night and in the winter. I don’t wear headphones outside. I always give cars the benefit of the doubt. You also don’t know that I had a friend from high school who got hit by a distracted driver when he was a freshman in college. In an instant, his life and the life of his family changed. In an instant he lost his memories, his future in cycling, his ability to live independently. His story is not unique; every month there are stories of runners, walkers and cyclists injured or killed by distracted drivers.
Like I said to you last night when I slid off your hood, you are extremely lucky I saw you and jumped before I ended up under your wheels. You’re lucky all you have is a dent in your hood. You’re lucky I am a nimble 30 year old and not a small child or older person. You’re lucky I’m calm under pressure.
So when you pull out of work tonight and tomorrow and next month, slow down. Look up. Whatever it is can wait.