Yep, now imagine finding yourself a middle aged white chick in a little pink run tank and cute matching running skirt, with her nice little leg sleeves coordinated to her huaraches and all topped off with the run cap and i-something, in just such a neighborhood, wondering why no one says good morning back at her. Grumpusses. Suddenly, I am a demographic........................... our hotel bordered an unsavory part of town. I found what I thought was a nice asphalt bike path to run on. It was nice, but I came across a homeless camp at the rail station, that I tried to avoid, only to run right by a fella sleeping on the bike path behind a bridge column. Also passed a 24hr adult bookstore (must be very studious adults). I felt safer around the venomous snakes than in Miami.
I try to remind myself of my "tough" urban roots at those moments, but.....yeah...............snakes.....easier in their own way...............