A small reaction (or lack thereof) I've been having during my runs in Japan
Growing up in small town of Decorah, we never truly worried about our safety. Unless it was the one-armed amish man or Wesley Omens, I never thought twice about locking doors, running at night, etc. I remember my greatest runs were at 10:30pm during the college days. No one was out, it was quiet, peaceful, and safe.
Then there was Minneapolis. Without knowing otherwise, I brought my small town, naive, self to the city. I remember for the first month I was there (at least) I would forget to lock my doors to my car and to my apartment. It just wasn't something I ever had to remember growing up! But the first night I decided to go for a summer night run around Lake Calhoun...just about everything changed. For the better I guess. Not only did I get an uneasy feeling on that run, but a couple months later I heard there was a shooting around Calhoun and then later on that year, a woman beaten down while running alone near the neighborhood I was living. Boy, what a change. So I started locking my doors, running in the daylight around populated areas, and running with a friend on the trails.
Years later, I moved to Murrieta, CA. One of the safest cities in the country (I read it in some article) --
Great...now I could run at night or do trails on my own.... Granted, I don't think I would do night runs by myself to this day no matter where I live, but even in Murrieta I
could have. Often times during the afternoons, before Tony would get home from work, I would run the trails near our house. Every time I would pass by someone, I would hold my breath a little and always look behind me after I passed by (just in case they were running after me?) I don't know - but that's the truth. After 5 months of living in one of the safest areas in the country, I hear on the news that on the SAME path I had been running on for months, there was a stabbing. Great, there goes that.
Now, I live in Okinawa, Japan - and this is why I wanted to write this blog. Behind our house, down towards the water, we have a beautiful road (hardly traveled on) that is snuggled between fields and trees. It is a good run and easy to navigate - and very, very pretty. After the first week of being here, I realized something that I haven't felt since leaving Decorah. I felt safe. I pass by people that practically bow to me, saying hello (In Japanese, of course).. and I never, ever turn my back wondering if they're going to chase after me.
So this is why I hear of so many families with kids asking to come back here for another 3 years. It's safe and they never have to worry about anything. Guns are not allowed on the island and the people are just simply nice. Now, I won't be naive (truly, mom) but there is something to be said that I don't have the feeling to crank my neck around to see "just in case"
PS. Minneapolis is still my favorite city in the world. Just to clarify ;)