
July 5, 2010 (Morning)
Exercise Type: Run
Comments:
I'm afraid of the inferno but what keeps me up at night
Is knowing the heat from boiling Styx
Is not around me but internal
Blood, eternal, is the antidote
But if I drink it, will I become a cannibal?
I hope I won't, I don't think hopes a pipe dream
As it might seem when nights make lightning
The sky sings a ballad for me
Might be the last thing I see
Cause appearances can be
The end of a man, the irony of this divine comedy
Distance | Duration | Pace | Interval Type | Shoes |
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5.0 Miles | 10s |