I hear you all...
I am an early morning/late evening jogger, early 40's, and Malachy is spot on... Men just don't get it. The hassle that women out exercising get is enormous, and insidious. And it's not just young, pretty girls who have 'issues'. If you have a vagina, you're at risk alone in a public space purely because you have a vagina. It doesn't matter how old you are, how fat you are, how tall short or ugly you are: you're a potential target simply because you have a vagina.
Over the years I've had... the usual cat-calling and wolf-whistling, which becomes so regular you tune it out, I've had random boys grabbing my breasts in the street, I've been slow-followed around the park by men in cars. Had men on cycles block my path with their bikes and try to hassle me, have people shouting out of car windows at me: and my experience doesn't make me some 'outlier': this is the ugly reality for most women who jog or run.
I'm no supermodel, and I'm early 40's, and yes, the normal hassle lessens as I get older and become less attractive to predators, but I still get shit.
Here's my 'precautions'.
I deliberately wear a long top to cover my arse, a woolly hat so nobody sees my hair, and a cheap plastic waterproof baggy jacket to disguise my female shape.
I carry two 2lb hand-weights, which are small metal bars encased in sponge, for potential self-defence purposes.
I love sprinting, but I don't run when I'm outside because I know that if I get grabbed I'm going to need a little in the tank to fight with.
I also change my route, daily, so that any potential stalker-rapist type doesn't get to know my 'routine'.
I love listening to music when I'm exercising, but I don't wear headphones when I'm out as I prefer to be aware of potential scum before they get a chance to jump me.
I'm not bothered about being mugged. I don't have a watch, or a phone, or fancy diamonds. I'm very bothered about being raped. Again. Or stalked, again. And yes, I know statistically I'm more likely to be raped indoors by somebody I know, but every time I jog past the church, I think about the girl who was raped there fifteen years ago. Every time I pass the corner of the park I think about the woman who was raped there six years ago. The other corner of the park where another woman suffered, three years ago.
I still go out.