Runners should not be allowed to watch scary movies. There should be some sort of fancypants device on our DVD players that senses when we have thoughtlessly inserted a mentally disturbing film, and automatically snaps the little DVD in two. Why? Scary movies can put a damper on running.
I watched a scary movie one week ago. That night, I didn’t sleep. Seriously, I lay in bed and kept scanning my room for lions, tigers, and psychos (oh my!) for over an hour. Finally, my body won over and I would pass out for thirty minutes, awake terrified, and not be able to fall back asleep. Fun.
Well, this mess of a sleep schedule made running the next day difficult, since I was pooped. Also, with the scary movie in the back of my mind, I was on hyper-vigilance during the run (even though it was in the middle of a day so sunshiney and bright I was surprised Care Bears weren’t tumbling down the streets in merriment). But I kept imagining dark-clad figures looming ahead of me, lumbering from behind me, and waiting to get me.
I think I swear more from fear than from running, which is sort of hard to imagine.
FInally, after almost a week of terrified daylight running, I knew I was going to have to suck it up and run at night — the time change has made it impossible to skip this, since I don’t often leave work before the sun has closed his giant eye for the day. I headed reluctantly out the door, then immediately came back in, my boyfriend watching me as though i were being strange the whole time. I grabbed my pepper spray, and went out for an over-scanning, super paranoid, only-well-lit-streets run.
Despite all the anxiety, it’s nice to know I’m still going to live my life, even if I am mildly panicked. Now if only holding pepper spray made me feel better while I’m trying to sleep….