She didn't see me at all. And nearly plowed right into me while I ran a couple of mornings ago. The closest call I've had in years this morning.
Many of us have to run in the dark to get the miles in. I've learned a few things in my years in the dark.
I don't usually worry too much about traffic coming towards me. I can see it clearly, I wear reflective gear, year round, if I'm running in the dark and it lights up nicely. I also don't worry too much about traffic coming from behind...I always run on the left side of the road, the reflectors light up and I also have a flashing LED clipped to the back of my belt. I've not had close calls in these settings.
But, dark corners in a quiet neighborhood...that's a different story. Virtually every close call I've ever had has been in this configuration. A sleepy driver, seeing no other headlights, desperately seeking Starbucks and not expecting a runner rolls through an intersection, turns and, wham, there is a guy running. Which means, as it did this morning, the guy has to be watching.
And ready to leap to the side. And yell.