Nighty night. Sometimes you just gotta get in a run when you can.

The dog and I pause for a photo during our night-time run.

More than once I’ve driven along Lake Shore Drive after 9 p.m. and, seeing a few runners scattered about the path, wondered, “Who are these crazy people? Don’t they know it’s almost bed time?”

That was before tonight, obviously, when I was one of those crazies.

Poor dog! My running injuries are hurting her, too

"Mommy," Phoebe seems to be thinking, "I'm bored."

Dogs like mine make excellent running companions — they want to spend time with their masters, they don’t talk and they help ward off creepy would-be attackers.