My run took me past several large factions of loitering males, and I immediately got nervous and looked down while running. Sure enough, as I passed, several males commented and made arm motions for me to ‘keep going’, continuing the sexual jargon that I constantly hear but try to block out. Thankfully, I was running past and only had to listen to them filtered through headphones and for as short as my sprint took me. I will most likely not run on Georgia Ave alone again. Ugh.