Wednesday, January 20, 2010
As most of you know I live in an area where there aren't many trails to be found and I am usually in a rush to get my miles in therefore I am forced to run on the sidwalks and paved trails around here. I would say that on average on a 20-30 mile run I come close to getting hit by a car twice every run. I titled this "Running with Drunk Divers" but, these folks aren't drunk worse they are texting and talking on cell phones. The absolute most dangerous drivers are the teens that are texting. I was once running down a street pushing Chloe and a Black SUV started vearing right at us, I began waving franticallly, no response, finally I shoved the jogger with all my mommy might right over a curb and dashed out of the way myself only to see a cute teenybopper texting away never noticing she almost hit a mom and child. Car and Driver did an test where they had two men, drive, then drive while texting and then finally drive while intoxicated. It showed the the men either reacted the same while texting as impaired or slightly worse. This data scares me and it should. I run with these people everyday and everyday they come so dang close to hitting me. Intersections are the worst because people no longer look both ways before making a right turn on red, they just go, and if they are texting they really don't pay attention. I do my best to gauge if the person can see me, if they are texting and I can, I go behind their car, but dang it if still somehow I can't get away from these texters. Yesterday I was crossing an intersection, the light was red and the walking sign was illuminated for me, I thought I was good to go and then as I began to cross a car started approaching the cross walk, he wasn't even in teh far right lane, he was in the middle lane and apparently still planned to make a right on red, from teh middle. As he got closer I waved, closer, I hurried up and waved, closer, I did my dance to avoid having my leg smashed, that was when he finally looked up from his phone to see that he was about to hit someone. Doug (my husband) says after each of my tales, why didn't you yell, why didn't you hit the car, why didn't you... I guess I have slow reaction time, I never think of these things at the time. Dang I wish I did. That guy deserved a nice smack on the hood of his car, but didn't think of it, just scooted out of his way. Not actually sure what the point of this post is except to point out the obvious how dangerous it is to text and drive and how scared I am that one day I will get hit by someone that is so engrossed in coversation or text that they don't see me.