Every now and again, I'll feel compelled to go out on a late night run. Historically, these impulses come about on Sunday nights which is when I've just come home from a 12-hour day. Last night was no different...except that I'd never done one when I'd already run that same morning.
As mentioned in my previous post, I put in an 11-miler in Mandeville Canyon before going off to work yesterday. But like I also mentioned, I still felt full of energy after the run and felt like I could've logged more miles. Think I took care of that last night.
Shortly before midnight after putting away about 3/4 of a large BBQ chicken pizza, I laced up and headed out the door. Didn't have a route in mind, didn't know how long I felt like running...I just started venturing west. The streets were eerily quiet (yes, even for midnight on Sunday) but I relished in this silence to really immerse myself in the moment, listen to my breathing and take in the stillness of what's usually a chaotic city.
Before I knew it, I was in Santa Monica and about 4 miles out. I decided to turn back and head towards my house, but opted to cut through residential areas this time. The night grew more silent and at times, I got a bit jumpy. But I settled down and realized that the only thing I had that would be of interest to a mugger is an antiquated GPS device.
I eventually made it back home after covering 7.25 miles and a cleared head. After showering and brushing my teeth, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.