Better to Laugh

My husband said he worries about me running on trails by myself.  I stated that my attacker better get a good whack in, or he would definitely be sorry he messed with me; I am not really into playing the part of a victim.  I grew up surrounded by brothers and boy cousins, so I have experience in holding my own.  Of course, there was the time last summer I thought I should try to take some sort of precaution, so I ran with my car key in my hand with the long, metal part sticking out from the bottom of my palm.  I was cruising along, stumbled on a root, and dropped the key.  I guess my self-defense moves are sort of like Elektra meets Goofy.  Still, I pity the fool that tries anything during the height of PMS.  A woman jacked up on hormones can do some real damage.

Seriously though, I stay alert and aware of my surroundings, and there are usually plenty of people around when I am out.