Midnight express. 5/19/2009
It is customary for the wolf and myself to have our nightly run past midnight. Well, the dog runs, I ride a pushbike. We do it after midnight because there is next to no traffic on the road, and I can let her run off the leash, since there is no one around. The security guards in the gated community where I live are used to this, and welcome my presence as an extra hand to keep on eye on things. My riding a bicycle allows her to set the pace, and I can follow her along without coughing up my lungs.
The dog and I have fallen into a routine on this. After everyone is fed, and the cats have had their evening entertainment, the house gets shut down, and I grab the bicycle and head out with her. As it was last night. The night air was cool, and everything was quiet. Quiet except for the rhythmic thump of a pair of sneakers hitting the pavement.
I looked around, and saw a guy running on the main road, breathing hard, obviously putting in the miles. Nothing strange in that, except that it was close to being 2 a.m. and who the hell goes running at 2 in the morning? What was he training for? To be Batman?