Attempt #1: night run of the 26th

I love running at night. It's cooler outside, nobody to give your fat ass judgemental looks and, as a bonus, every shadow looks like it's out to get you, so you just naturally add speed to avoid a stabbing.

What have I learned to from the experience of running again after two or three years? Bulletpoints!

• There is no god.
• There. Is. No. God.
• My body is incapable of producing endorphins at the current distances.
• It is, however, very capable at producing: pain, high blood pressure, more pain, unnatural amounts of sweat, minor headache and did I already mention pain?
• THERE IS NO GOD.

The distance I ran was actually pretty decent. A whopping 1.6 km with uphilly and downhilly surfaces.
Here's a map of the circuit I have dubbed "The Medium Circuit":

(Clicky to enlargy! Those with keen eyes and Google Translate abilities can see that the circuit totals at about 650 meters, I ran two and a half circuits, also, you can figure out where I live, anonymity on the Internet is so hard to accomplish :( )

What am I doing now? Ranting on the Internet and binging on bananas and grapes.