Went running the other day up by where I work. I run in a ravine there, on a trail.
I never see anybody.
In the park leading in to the ravine, yeah, sometimes, and I've seen bunnies and deer and birds and lots and lots of snails that I stop and scoot (well, gently toss) off the path so they don't get stepped on, and folks.
However, once I hit the trail, no one. Ever.
Until the other day when I went running there. I was bounding (well, more like jogging, but allow me some delusions) along happily feeling great when I saw someone ahead of me on the trail. Walking.
Let me just say that it is 7am.
He's carrying a chain saw, at 7am on a deserted trail.
I will also say that he was wearing a hard hat, with ear protectors, and a reflective safety vest, but still, it's 7am, a little early for the Parks and Rec department, I would have thought.
He hadn't heard me so I slowed to his pace and had a little internal debate about what to do.
Normally in Spain when I run on the trails I have to dog, and he provides a measure of protection. The reality is that I'm not sure his Chuckiness would actually do anything, but neither are they, so it works. I did not have the dog with me this time.
People don't actually in real life get murdered by chainsaw wielding nutjobs in parks in the Greater Toronto Area, I mean, it's not impossible, but the stats on this have got to make it very unlikely.
I followed him along for a while and decided it was fine, accelerated and passed him. Then I passed the other 6 guys who were ahead of him, all in hard hats with ear protectors and safety vests.
Guess the municipal workers in that area start pretty early.
Weirdly, I didn't see them on the way back through this narrow ravine out and back. Like they'd disappeared.