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Saturday night I ran my longest distance to date: 12 miles. Being somewhat of a masochist I decided to run up Little Cottonwood Canyon. Stupid, David. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

By the time I made it to the top of the Temple Quarry Trail I was pretty spent – 7.5 miles into my run. By this time the sun had set completely and there are no street lights nor a shoulder on the road on which to run. This was problematic as I was wearing a black shirt and white and black shorts and didin’t want to die.

But how to make myself more reflective?

I had a flash of inspiration.

I took off my shirt, exposing my hidden-from-the-sun-for-a-decade torso to the moonlight. I became a beacon of whiteness, hovering three feet above the ground.

It worked. I’m happy to report I wasn’t hit by any cars and made it safely home.

I’d also like to apologize to anyone who was driving down Little Cottonwood Canyon Saturday night between the hours of 9:00 and 10:00 and can only justify my actions as some kind of twisted form of self-defense. I beg your forgiveness.