I recently started jogging through this long, dark trail that hosts a nearby homeless encampment, and honestly didn’t think about it at all until my partner raised her eyebrow at where I was jogging. Just one of those little patriarchy taxes that I don’t have to pay.
Not that unhoused people are particularly dangerous or anything, but still you’re less certain if you’re going to meet someone on a really bad day there
It’s fairly mid traffic because it cuts across a part of the city, so you’re likely to run into someone on a bike or something every ten or so minutes