You should do it but I understand. There is something about women running that gets all the wankers out. It's all right by them if women are just tottering along the road but there is something about a woman exercising that really fucks those wankers off.
Even worse if it's a 13-year-old on a school cross country in a skimpy gym skirt.
My husband thought I was making it up when I said I didn't want to go out running alone at any time, day or night, busy or lonely. Actually, fucking forget lonely.
I'm not a great runner but do it because I know it is good for me in terms of cardio-vascular health and a toned arse. I don't enjoy it. Running is a chore like eating broccoli, but I know it is good for me and I know it will end.
But always go running with my husband. He thought that I was just backsliding when I refused to go alone. That's the would-be PE teacher in him. He considered it as a career in his teens. He's not like Brian Glover in Kes, but there is a certain thing that marks out PE teachers from the rest of us normal folk that for the good of our relationship I don't want to explore with him. I swear my husband hears the theme from Rocky in his head when he is out there pounding the pavements.
Anyway, one day we were running along a main road. He stopped to tie his shoe lace and told me to go on ahead. Within moments four wankers in a car shouted the most disgusting abuse at me. I have no idea why anyone would want to say such things, but they did.
My husband tied his lace, caught up with them at the lights and hammered on their van at which point they said: "Sorry, mate! Didn't realise she was with you." Then the lights changed and they vroomed off.
My husband is not a large and scary man and four against one are bad odds. But they were just wankers who'd been caught out and wanted to get out of there asap.
We never discussed how terrifying some men can be on even on a sunny Sunday morning. He now accepts that I would prefer not to exercise alone just like I don't want to sit in a train carriage alone.
Don't get me started on inadequate wankers who can't cope with women who can swim better than them. I'm a good swimmer; miles better than my husband. Some men don't like it.
I bet they wank in the pool so I can swallow it.