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I only started regularly carrying my cell phone after a particularly scary wake-up call a year or so ago. To make a long story short, I was running on a trail near my parent's house is West Virginia. On one side of the trail was a mountain and on the other was a river. It was beautiful, tranquil and isolating.
So when a man on a four-wheeler sped past me, stopped, waited for me to catch up, sped off, stopped again, waited again, and repeated this same pattern twice more, I remembered the last CSI episode I watched where men were hunting people and figured I was a goner. Thankfully I wasn't attacked or kidnapped, but the incident scared some sense into me and I've managed to remember my phone ever since.
Now I still worry about being vulnerable to homicidal maniacs, but not as much as I worry about pushing myself too hard and going too far or feeling contractions.
I love the solitude of running, but it only makes sense to have a way to call for help if I need it.