I get up and go for a run on Saturday morning.  It is just past 5am, the sun is coming up.  As I run past the karaoke bars on my way to the river, I see three young women, dressed for entertaining, being shuffled into a sedan.

About 20 seconds later I come up behind and pass three young men walking drunkenly towards the main intersection, talking loudly.  

"Hey!" I hear one shout, as I run past them.  I ignore it. I hear a lot of 'heys'.

A couple of seconds later: "Hey you!"

'Screw it!' I think.  I usually avoid anything.  But I've been having a shitty week.  I've been feeling my age, and have not been happy about it.  For young Korean men, these ones were big, but they are drunk, and even if it has been years, I bet that I am still an ass-kicker. I turn around.

"What did you say!" I ask, walking back to them in my running shirt and jogging pants.  

One of them goes to say something but the others grab him and say "Sorry, he didn't say anything."

"I heard something."

"Sorry, no. He didn't mean anything."

"I hope not." I say, and then turn back and continue my run, adrenaline high.

I get to the intersection and have to wait for the light to change.  The three come up behind me.  Two of them are shutting the third up. I don't look around, but I hit the button on my bluetooth earphones, turning the podcast off, so that I can pay attention.  

One of them comes up beside me and asks if I have a light.

"Do I look like I have a light?" I say, brow furrowed.

He turns away as the light changes, and I run off.  

Later, when three young men are found beaten on the side of the road, I am glad that I had nothing to do with it.