Every night around 7 or 8, Lindsay Hecox goes for a run. As she jogs along the winding, 25-mile Greenbelt path through Boise, her tight blond curls bobbing, she sometimes waves to a group of women, also running.
They’ve never met, but the women often return her eye contact. Some smile.
“I just recognize the fact that they know, based on their facial expression. This is sort of awkward because I know some of them by face and don’t really know anything about them, like name or personality,” she says. “But they know a lot about me.