I often go running alone at a park near my house. The trail I take is low traffic and very narrow. One day I was passing a man on the trail. He stopped me to ask how often I come to the park, where I lived, and what time I visit the park. The man himself seemed odd and so did his line of questioning so I lied and told him days and times I never visit the park.
I feel lucky I haven’t run into this man again; however, there have been other men that have followed me in the park. They stare too long and offer a fake smile.
I know I often feel a vague risk whenever I go out jogging at the park alone. It’s even scarier when I have to pass a group of men.