The 3.2-mile trail at Hampton Hills connects to an area called Top O' the World, which has connections to urban legends, recounting ax murderers and satanic cults, and to an actual murder a few years ago. I can't not think of these things as I emerge from the grove of pine trees planted by Girl Scouts in the 1960s to the open field at the top of the hills.
My headlamp lit a small swath of ground, while my peripherals were ensconced in blackness. My ears made up creepy sounds to go along with the wind. My pace quickened as I passed the sign pointing the way to murder. Headlights blinked through the trees along the nearby road. The trail re-entered the woods and its creaking timber.
Like whistling past a graveyard, I tried to lighten my mood and focus on the fun I was having running across this
My legs felt surprisingly spry. The downhills seemed to recharge my thighs for the next steep ascent. My average pace on these hilly trails was just four seconds slower than an easy neighborhood run last week. It must be due to all those controversial "100-Ups" I've been doing at work.
A word of caution, though, dear reader: Make sure you're dressing appropriately for your evening runs. Twilight turns to pitch black night in a hurry. Wear your reflective gear, and carry some form of lighting device. Cheers!