Grace said:
I am a 100 lb female that is often alone and just got my gun permit. I plan on taking Karate lessons in February.
On another note, outside of the house, I think that all women (at least) should carry pepperspray. I carry it, but it's only secondary. I know if anyone ever f*ed with me, I'd go rabid. When the police got there they'd be like, "okay, we understand why you broke his nose and clawed his eyes out, but what's with the pepperspray up his dickhole?"
I've organized a number of self-defense seminars for students, including ones presented by police and ones presented by martial arts teachers, and have a few relatives who are cops. If you're only 100 lbs, it will be pretty easy for an attacker to overpower you and turn that pepper spray on you, though better to chance they turn the pepper spray on you than the gun!
You can talk tough, but the reality is, when someone gets close enough to hold a knife or gun to you while demanding your wallet, you'll be lucky to fumble for the wallet while momentarily paralyzed by fear.
The best self-defense is awareness of surroundings. I, too, often find myself out walking alone at night when I leave the lab after midnight. I keep my eyes open, scanning my surroundings the entire time. If I see someone else, I keep my distance from them. I follow the path that I know has emergency call boxes along it, and stay close to the coroner's office entrance (guaranteed to have people around at night) so I know I can run up to that building and ring their bell if someone is following me.
Twice in my life I've been in situations where I felt I was in real danger. Once I was out walking and passed a group of teens, one person broke off from the group and started following me, and I heard his companions hollering after him "don't do it!" The alarm bells went off in my head. I was nervous, but kept my cool...crossed the street, headed in the direction of a street that was out of my way, but I knew had more pedestrian traffic that time of night, and had my hand on the knife in my pocket (I used to carry a small knife...nothing that would cause lethal injuries, just enough to inflict a good puncture wound to slow someone down, I figured just enough to go for a thigh so I could get away without them being able to chase me). I also looked back a few times, made eye contact as I was walking the other way, made sure I got a good look at the guy to give a description to cops if necessary. Anyway, he eventually broke off following me and returned to his companions...I'll never know if I imagined the threat or not, but I'm content to leave it at that.
The second time, I was actually out driving on an interstate. Some guy decided to start pacing my car. I don't know where he came from or what was running through his mind. On an interstate, it takes a little time for something like that to even register. But once I realized he really was pacing me (it registered when I pulled in between two trucks and instead of him passing in a clear lane, he stayed right alongside my car), I had a really bad feeling about what would happen if I pulled into a rest area or stopped for gas in the middle of nowhere. So, I waited for an exit with a lot of gas stations and restaurants, one where you know you're exiting onto a busy area with lots of people. Just to confirm my suspicions, I waited until the last possible moment to cut off onto the exit ramp, and sure enough, as soon as I hit the exit ramp, he followed. I chose the busiest gas station I saw, and pulled in alongside a couple of tough looking bikers (my experience has always been that bikers look tough, but are willing to lend help when needed). Watched that car that was following me pull in the drive for the gas station, slowly drive past, that guy looked straight at me as I decided to get out of the car and stand a bit closer to where the bikers were, and pulled back out toward the interstate. I got the license plate number off that car just in case.
In that second incident, I was far more certain that guy was up to something really bad than with that teen who was following me, but keeping aware of my surroundings and getting myself to a place with a group of people is what kept me safe, not carrying around pepper spray or learning to punch and kick and waiting for him to get close enough for me to need to use it. I'm certain that if someone tried putting me in the hospital, I'd be taking them with me, but I'd really rather not test that theory because I don't delude myself into thinking I'm strong enough to get away completely unscathed.