Tonight, when I arrived at the gym, the rain had seemingly passed, and there appeared to be some moonlight to be had, so I decided to do a night run. It turned out to be a good run, although incredibly humid (currently at 97%).
Around mile 4, I started up one of the steepest hills of the route, when a runner suddenly appeared out of the dark coming directly at me. He came into view out of the black so fast it startled me. He was shirtless, with a white fro, running at almost full speed, breathing very hard, with wild eyes. He looked almost feral, running as if filled with fear. A couple minutes later, I turned down a dead end street, to do a loop, when out of the dark, the same shirtless runner came at me again, from the dead end of the street! It's simply not possible that he looped completely around, ran down the street, and was headed back out in the short amount of time I took to get to this street. It was absolutely bizarre. Deja vu of the creepiest sort. I call him "ghost runner".
