Of late my runs, the kind of foot not of bowel, have had to take place at that magic hour of sunset, when shadows pull across ones path eventually bleeding into darkness. Running in partial or complete darkness adds to the excitement of the run for in that darkness; danger looms.
The danger is not that of people whose evil desire is to harm or rob, nor is it the numerous pot holes in roads not repaired by taxes paid. No, the danger is in the species of animals mostly walked by human owners. You know the kind; the dog walker, yes those humans who watch closely as their dogs secrete their fecal matter on to the paths we run, never bothering to remove it unless they see someone watching and even then some care little.
You know you hit it, for your foot gives way with a little slide and you sing; oh shit!
Yes …… shit literally.