Nikki Carter
New Here
His morning when I went for a run I was hit by a car. It was between my 7th and 8th km, I was at an intersection and when the sign switched for me to go I continued running. A car in the lane closest to me kept stopping, then going, then stopping, then going. Until finally they settled on going while I was crossing. I saw the car out of the corner of my eye and tucked my knees up as it hit me and rolled as cross the hood, I landed on my feet and kept running. He car sped off.
But here's where it gets weird/sad. I didn't keep running because it had barely hurt me, I kept running because I was afraid that it was my fault. My first thoughts were about how I should have known that the car was going to do that; that I was the reason why it hit me. I was scared that the driver would get out and start yelling at me. I was afraid I'd be attacked, I was afraid someone would hurt me again because I couldn't read their mind.
I thought that I had made a lot of progress, that I could see instances where I fell into the victim mindset ahead of time and counter them. But I didn't see getting hit by a car coming.
But here's where it gets weird/sad. I didn't keep running because it had barely hurt me, I kept running because I was afraid that it was my fault. My first thoughts were about how I should have known that the car was going to do that; that I was the reason why it hit me. I was scared that the driver would get out and start yelling at me. I was afraid I'd be attacked, I was afraid someone would hurt me again because I couldn't read their mind.
I thought that I had made a lot of progress, that I could see instances where I fell into the victim mindset ahead of time and counter them. But I didn't see getting hit by a car coming.