Observations on a Thursday night run

If you like bald and shirtless men with sparring gear that meet in the most suspicious fashion possible, North Park at 9 pm is the place to be.
People who yell out of cars at runners are the lowest life forms imaginable.
Wearing all black to go rollerblading in the dark down 700 East isn't the best choice, but if you scream incessantly, chances that people will notice you are higher, so you'll probably be safe.
I'm a sedentary depressive, and my mental state has to be prime to go on a good run.
Tonight was a good run.
Also, no music helps.