A new attack on the Provo River Trail near where I used to live. I regret it was some young, unsuspecting girl attacked and not me. Not that I invite an attack...but sometimes while I'm running, depending on how much "steam" I'm burning, I wonder if I'd enjoy hurting someone. Unfortunately, attackers don't usually zero in on Middle-Aged crazy--usually--though I've had my scary moments on that very trail. I do hope they catch the guy. One of the single most dissapointing parts of being a woman is feeling unsafe while running, and the consequences of not paying attention at all times. It makes me mad. | 