You meet a lot of interesting people when you run at 6 am on Sunday mornings:
Shopping cart guy
Pretty harmless. Usually has a destination. Still, avoided by me when possible.
Punk rock guy
This is one that threw me for a loop. I saw two separate guys dressed all in black, smoking and walking down the street at 6:30 a.m. Was he up all night? Is this when he does his best thinking? Is he trying to get his cholesterol down?
Bikers
Very flashy outfits. Extremely muscular legs. Usually good about warning you before they run you over.
Other runners
Pretty friendly. Generally running faster than me. But hey, they're out there. And so am I.