It is no secret that I like to run and I have blogged about it before. I find it relaxes me and also gives my head enough space to wander and explore those places it doesn’t usually go. Many blog posts have been thought up and pre-written while running. Or my head just sings the song that is currently stuck in my head over and over, or, you know, a combination of the two. Today I came upon a few things I thought I would share with you, so here we go.
Bumble bees are awesome. I mean, seriously! They are the only insects I like, mostly because they are fat and still able to fly, they hardly sting you and are furry. They are just amazing. Sometimes I wonder if they think to themselves: “The laws of physics? Pfff. I can’t hear you over the sound of how fabulous I am!” If bumble bees can fly, really everything is possible is my take-away from them.
Unfortunately the bumble bee induced happiness only lasted so long and I ran into a women who claimed she was lost. She asked me for directions and I gave them to her (as it turned out, they were actually correct) and I was just a bit annoyed as she couldn’t even tell me where she came from. I mean, sure, wander through unfamiliar woods with your broken German all alone without a map. No wonder you get lost. Amateur!
Then I ran into a couple with a dog. The guy suggested I should smile while running and I wanted to insta-murder him. Not only was I running uphill, but the suggestion that I needed to smile while running is absurd. He would never have suggested that to a guy my age if he had passed him. It’s not like I’m running for him or really anyone. I do this for myself and screw you, mister! My goal in life is not to look pretty or appealing in any situation, least of all while I’m running uphill. My only concern is not to suffocate or trip over my own feet. Ugh. By then I was already on #TeamBringDownThePatriarchy.
This feeling was only intensified when a couple of minutes later I ran into this group of people and the oldest guy of them suggested I shouldn’t slow down but keep running. Fuck you! I know you’re not supposed to stop and take a break but it’s my favourite spot in the woods and I always stop there because it is beautiful and I love it. Sadly there were two old guys occupying my bench.
Again the guy’s comment made me want to say something but I didn’t even dignify his remark with a comment because he didn’t deserve one. I’m an independent woman and I don’t need to be told by some random guy when to stop or not. This is a fairly common thing though. Men I pass while running telling me to go faster or not to stop when I stop. I have never encountered a woman telling me the same thing. I can also only hardly imagine men making saying the same to other guys they pass.
So why is it okay for them to comment about women but it would be weird doing the same to men? Because the patriarchy stinks and I hate the world! Because hundreds of years of being considered men’s property still makes them think they have any power of the so called fairer sex. I am so sick of these things.
Thankfully, I was already running as that would have been my way of coping with such idiot remarks anyway. That and blogging which I am doing now.
At the end of my loop, I ran into Bambi. It was really cute and wasn’t too afraid of me so I was almost consoled with everything again. Almost. Animals, interludes of stupid people, animals is basically how my sunday run went. And thanks for letting me rant, you truly are a great pal, internet!