Men, beware..
Late last night when I was at the highest of my sugar rush I decided to use that energy and go for a jog. The ginger kept insisting it was too late but I wouldn't listen.
I headed down the streets of Norwich listening to some tunes and all of a sudden I found myself on a street without much light and thought to myself that maybe that wasn't a very good idea, anything could happen, someone could jump out of the bush and get me, so I decided to move out to the middle of the road. That idea wasn't the best as cars kept driving down the road and I ended up running twice the distance because of all the zick-zacking I was doing.
Back in the dark of the payment a man suddenly appeared. What do I do? Shall I move to the other side of the street or shall I stay? If I move over he might think I'm scared and I will hurt his feelings which I really didn't want to do so I decided to stay on the same side of the street.
Did not quite realise how narrow the payment was and we ended up in this sweaty out of breath street dance-off that lasted for what felt like minutes.
As I kept running I found myself in the same situation more than once, and my reaction was unfortunately the same.
So basically, female joggers have absolutely nothing to fear. Men on the other hand, out in the hours of darkness, prepare yourselves to be followed and closely cuddled my sweaty women trying not to hurt your feelings.
