I’m on vacation this week. I was at Glacier National Park in northwest Montana over the weekend and now I’m en route to northern Utah to my grandparent’s cabin. Dillon, Montana, is about half way and is where we stayed the night last night. Just as I have every morning of the vacation, I got up and went running this morning.
When I was about a mile into my 7 mile run, trotting down the main road of the small town, I heard whistling. I turned around and saw two (very white) guys in their early twenties walking toward me. They whistled again when they saw I was looking at them. One of them yelled, “Mmm, I’d like to go running with you” in a creepy way.
I yelled, “Hey, don’t harass me!” at them. They were quiet for a few seconds, then one of them said, “Okay, have a nice day,” while the other one chimed in with an “I love you!” as I sprinted around a corner to get away from them.
I get harassed a lot when I go running, but usually it’s by men going by in cars and I rarely have an opportunity to respond. This time I did and it was empowering! Of course, later I thought of better things I could have said, but I’m glad I at least said something to stand up for myself and for women runners everywhere!
Location: South Montana Street & East Sebree Street, Dillon, MontanaShare on Facebook