Black male runner afraid to go running...

Because of *drumroll* ...white murderers.


It’s 6:00 am and my mind wakes up pacing. Often I rid stress through running. But I think to myself, is it safe now at 6:00 am?

It’s 6:00 am and I’m getting my day started. It’s dark out, but this is when I need to run, at the beginning of an anxiety-provoking day and full of tension. It’s decision-making time, but I ask myself again, is it safe now?

The air is still, which invites my mind to wander and drift into deep thought and self reflection. Superficial distractions are absent, and it’s just me and my heartbeat as one. As a runner, I seek these moments when I experience the runner’s high, getting lost by missing my turns, not worried about mileage markers, tuning the world out, and mentally returning to recognize that I ran an extra two miles at a PR pace. The early morning is my time for mindfulness, but is it safe now to run outside?

I decide to run, but I still have essential decisions to make. My mind is forced to acknowledge profound matters of selecting a route and which neighborhood to conquer. Extremely conscious of the society we live in and who lives amongst us, I know this is a life-or-death decision each time. You see, my parents taught me to (always) look both ways when crossing the street. In this case, as a Runner, but most importantly as an educated Black Male.

When I say educated, I mean educated on the disenfranchised history and current racism of this country toward my people. Ironically, it was in darkness where we ran and sought freedom from intolerable conditions. It was running in the darkness that gave us hope for a better future. There were historical obstacles and dangers running in the dark, but that’s wayyyyy back then. It’s safe now, right?

So as I begin tying my laces, I’m thinking “(always) look both ways” and I enter the mental dichotomy of the Runner in me versus the Black Man of me:

When the Runner in me can choose any of his favorite running shirts, the Black Man of me selects the brightest shirt to be easily recognized as a Runner.

When the Runner in me makes an innocent right turn and follows the crowd, the Black Man of me is wondering if it is the right turn to make.

When the Runner in me wants to get lost in the experience, the Black Man of me always wants to be able to be found.

When the Runner in me is looking down for street cracks to avoid, the Black Man of me is assessing aggression in stranger’s eyes.

When the Runner in me witnesses store owners watering plants with a hose, the Black Man of me envisions guns pointed in my direction spraying bullets.

When the Runner in me hears a car horn and waves to the drivers, the Black Man of me becomes prepared to defend himself.

The Runner in me often wins the conversation over the Black Man of me in order to hit the pavement and enjoy the adventures of running. The calculated risks the Runner in me takes to truly enjoy the running experience are contrary to the self-preserving aspects of the Black Man of me. I often imagine if the Runner in me forgot to “carry the 1” and miscalculated the risks, would I be another Ahmaud Arbery?

But we know the miscalculation wasn't on his side of the equation. And as much as I try, I can't balance this one on my own.

My education continues to inform me that my black body is still very present to others regardless of my Runner’s mindset. So whether the Runner in me decides to participate fully, the dimmer switch is always broken for the black body presence—it’s always on Level 10.

As the polarizing conversation continues within me, I ask again and again: Is it safe to maintain a runner’s high for too long?

The Black Man of me has to be fully alert and can’t afford to get lost.

The Black Man of me reads social cues excessively. 

The Black Man of me can recite mile markers and detailed surroundings.

The Black Man of me has Plan B, Plan C, Plan D when encountering other runners.

The Black Man of me looks at Georgia pick-up trucks with Level 10 defensiveness.

I’ll finally answer the question: Is it safe, now?

Whether past or present, whether day or night, whether Georgia or Pennsylvania, whether solo or running group, it never feels completely safe for me. Life or death is (always) on the line if I forget to look both ways.

Amon Gibson is the Director of Development for the Phoenixville, PA-based RUNegades, a non-profit that promotes healthy living and community engagement through running.

They should just go swimming. Can’t get shot in a pool

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Tmaguru -

Lets play a game where white 'joggers' go thru majority black areas and black 'joggers' go thru majority white areas and see who gets hassled first.

Yea No shit....

gtfoh.  There's a difference between sprinting from a crime scene and "jogging".  I would TOTALLY get where his anxiety comes from if he's jogging thru ppls backyards, work sites, or jumping fences. 

Pretty sure if you just hit the walking path, sidewalk, or other areas designed for pedestrians, your anxiety will subside


There’s zero chance I would go running through the fucking chance.

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haha.  this came up on a running forum that i frequent a couple weeks ago. I don't touch this stuff there. many more whiny, liberal, virtue-signaling faggots there. 

Nom De Guerre -

Better question is what is she doing different so her children don’t kill other black children. Better yet, what is she doing in her own community to combat black in black crime?? 

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If you use a can of Arizona watermelon drank or a big bag of skittles as a relay race baton, you're gonna have a bad time! 

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ufc98newb -

haha.  this came up on a running forum that i frequent a couple weeks ago. I don't touch this stuff there. many more whiny, liberal, virtue-signaling faggots there. 

Nothing like exploiting someone’s death. This article will be the crowning achievement of his literary career!

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chad_mcjangle - Isn't it obvious how hateful these people are? When they talk about "white supremacists" they just mean a white person who is not sufficiently self loathing and who isn't committed to creating a world where whites are second class citizens.

Preach it!

Well depending on the area if you're one color and jogging in a neighborhood of differently-colored/ethnic people you might have issues, especially if it's still dark outside.

So jog in daytime. If you're clearly wearing jogging attire, shirt with people running, iPod, running shoes, it would help.

Don't do sketchy things like look in windows, or jiggle car door handles.

If you're wearing a hat and mask and it's still dark, who is gonna know what your ethnicity is?

Anyway I feel for this guy but yeah, if scared, bike or swim.

Blacks for the most part cant stand white people. If I had stories of my grandparents being enslaved, from a young age I'd prob feel the same way, but it is what it is.

The majority of blacks are racist af.  The truth is every race has pockets of racist bastards. Its a headache discussing, as it's a never ending discussion

Nom De Guerre -

Wow, the replies and arguments on that twitter post are amazing. Entertaining for about a good 5 minutes of you’ve got nothing else to do. 

If you’re a black person in America it’s far safer to jog in white neighborhoods than in the hood and it’s not even close. 


Mental illness sucks. I recommend her to spend her time and effort running to a psychiatrist or at least her general medicine doctor.

She does not realize that she is part of the problem. This type of argument desensitives real racism claims. 

Well i’m afraid of black runners in my neighborhood because i value my belongings. Two can play that game

The guy that got shot was a burglary suspect. The hillbillies weren’t looking for random blacks to kill. Also the black charged them and grabbed the shotgun. People are so fucking dumb 

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Why do black people keep moving into KKK neighborhoods?

Sandy Pantz -

Why do black people keep moving into KKK neighborhoods?

The whole USA is a kkk neighborhood, just ask reverend al

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