To the group of runners on South Park Street around 7pm on Thursday, Jan. 14: just because I don't wear an over-priced nylon outfit doesn't mean I don't deserve room on the sidewalk. As it happens, I was on the tail-end of a 90-minute power-walk. The first 80 minutes were great - fresh air, happy thoughts, unwinding after a difficult day at work. The last 10 minutes were spent hobbling back home after your refusal to share the sidewalk forced me to step into a big hole (it was either that or fall completely off that little bridge at the Brenton Place construction site). If you want people to respect the fact that you're fit and healthy, then learn to share the streets; otherwise, all you end up doing is pissing people off and causing them unnecessary injury. You won't die by going in single-file for a whole 10 seconds, and you're not better than anyone else. SO MOVE OVER. And oh yes, thanks for ruining my night, and preventing me from making it to the gym (or anywhere else) tomorrow because my ankle's too swollen.
--She-who-shares-sidewalks-in-the-south-end