Notes
Faye, Faye, wherefore art thou? Thou has forsaken me. 5:15 and I'm all alone. Just a man and his thoughts. Solitary. Cut off from all human civilization. Running Man they call me. The Forest Gump of the 5:15 Zombies. Am I beaten? No!
So I turned rocks into chicken salad. Started low and slow. Started to rise. Pump up the volume. Progression, pace, objective realized. Between 10 and 10:10 pace overall. Perfect little run for Baltimore.