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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?

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