> I'm really curious why these traits specifically. I suppose I get why women feel threatened just existing outside of locked doors and walls, but you rattled off a very long list of otherwise not true things. I'm not young, not white, run through poor neighborhoods with high crime, usually extremely early hours before the sun is up, sometimes in the rain. I still almost always only have shorts, socks, and shoes. A shirt half the year.
They paradoxically feel like very "tolerant" people because they disagree with so much, so the few things about the world and others they don't accept feels like a lot of work to sit with without constant judgement or disapproval, and often this leads to subtle manipulation if they don't feel comfortable enough. Even then, a lot of what they actually say they "accept" is just self-serving, e.g. authority figures, attempted relationships, status quo, etc.
In another paradox, the world becomes more confusing and complicated for them because eventually nothing truly makes sense, if we confidently try to live an oversimplified version of the actually complex and messy universe we are faced with. There's a feedback loop here that amplifies the situation to the point of disconnecting from reality.
in a safe location Fairly obvious. Phones at a minimum. Pepper spray too sometimes. Safe varies by gender. I ran through a heavily monitored area (data centers and government offices at 5 am) near a police station and still had a car turn and slow to follow me for a bit until I found a lit shopping are with people.
Running short distances Longer distances need water, electrolytes, and a phone. A bit of moleskin for blisters and a pack of tissues is also useful. If you're regularly doing 2-3 hours running without water, I would maybe worry about your kidneys.
in good weather A little rain isn't bad weather. If you are half naked running in the snow, I am going to assume you are on drugs. "Good weather" is also relative to running. If you are running in high humidity or heat, you need a hat, a shirt or sunblock, water, electrolytes.
During daylight hours only
You know folks running in the dark without a headlamp or reflective vest?
It's not like I've never suffered for it, for whatever that's worth. I turned an ankle at about the worst imaginable place a few years back and had to limp home nearly ten miles, which took half the day. Definitely having a phone with me would have made that more convenient, but I lived, it's still only half a day, and I've now got an amusing story to tell alongside all the times I've had to shit on the sidewalk in front of a building in downtown Dallas because the world refuses to have usable toilets anywhere outside of daytime business hours. I've broken my hand once on a run, but you don't need a hand to keep running.
I've also had a phone and it didn't help. I faceplanted hill bombing on a longboard a few years back and it turns out no rideshare driver will let you into their car when you're covered in blood, so I had to take my swollen shut eye, hanging limp separated arm, and go back home on the board and drive myself to the ER in my own car.
I feel like this kind of goes back to the entire point of the article. Like the guy who started this thread, I was a child of the 80s with a teen mom who put basically no restrictions on me and let me do anything, so I was walking around the neighborhood at 1 AM in 1st grade, riding my bike every weekend to the LA County public library 15 miles away when I was 8, going to skid row to hand out cash to homeless people when I got a car at 16. I capsized a canoe in the middle of Lake Arrowhead my freshman year of high school and had to swim back to shore dragging a boat behind me, which took over an hour. I got assaulted by a crazy dude living under a table on a pedestrian bridge skateboarding past him early in the morning, and I won the fight but he burned the hell out of my eye throwing hot sauce at me of all things. I've had my house flood. I've had my car smashed by a city dump truck while it was parked. I've had 9 orthopedic surgeries since turning 35 and my lumbar spine is now one solid bone held in place by screws and rods. I've been divorced twice. I've survived combat. I'm not afraid of bad things happening to me because they already happened and I ended up fine. This also gets at the other point already raised that, though women certainly seem to feel more threatened by the world, men are more likely to experience violence, injury, and early death because men take more risks.
I will, of course, meet a fate I can't overcome at some point. I'm going to die and there will likely be at least one thing I could have done differently that might have put that off by anywhere from a few minutes to a few decades. Maybe at the minute of death I'll even regret that. But I doubt it. I've been extremely close a few times and I was at peace with the idea. It has to happen eventually. I've still enjoyed most of the time I've had and intend to continue doing that. I've seen the lives of the extremely scared and it doesn't seem like they're doing any better than me.