Ran 5.2 last night, the 2nd section of the route for the Cox half marathon in May. It went down a shady, river front street where I passed several other runners but felt very vulnerable (at 5 at night, no less). As I came to a point under an overpass, some loser gawker gave me a long look and said something about my rear end. I won't be running that route alone again any time soon!

